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Is it really all we need?

Tonight, two shop proprietors professed love, an old ghost put in a short appearance (and disappeared soon after he heard my reverberating voice), while I verified through a third-degree acquaintance that he (not the ghost, but another shape-shifter of a man) is indeed seeing an older woman (our mutual friend), and has only been mind-fucking me all along.

The shop proprietor had Roberto (from Bellini's) bring in Merlot 2004, four-cheese pizza and chocolate tiramisu for us. Loosened by good food and drink, I told him about my life. He told me he would have asked me to marry him, if he wasn't already (married). Then a beautiful woman in a short skirt walked into his shop and he promptly forgot what he was saying. Ah, men.

I left Cubao late tonight, with my brain in my empty wine glass, wondering where this whole year had gone. I'm still here, I am still alive, I am fine, I am fabulous, I am great. I will have to collect some of the scattered pieces of my new self, and arrange them. The world doesn't stop turning, and neither will I.