Last week, a real good friend of mine invited me to hang out with friends.
It was a cool get together. We started talking about life. Actually, we always want to argue. And that's what we did, we argued about stuff. I don't mean petty things like if Dave Matthews is God. But things like what true love is, if it really exists. Or how much is too much when it comes to sacrifice for the sake of love.
The trend here is love.
Well, see everyone there has a story. I call it the Story of Two. It's hard to explain, but everyone there are in a situation where there is a third party or is the third party. It's so uncanny. It was like I was in a filipino movie anthology.
Except for me and another friend, everyone else were women. Their stories are all different but so similar in a way. It's not my right to blurt out their stories here but that night (like in other nights), I saw what love (or the lack of it) can do.
True love is like a vampire. Almost everyone knows about vampires but only a few has really seen one. And that's if it was really a vampire that they saw.
