What does it take these days to get a face to face break up – or even a phone call?
Do you need to have been seeing each other for forever to warrant this sort of treatment? What do you have to do to make someone feel that they owe you the courtesy of a face-to-face talk or as least a phone call when they dump you? What do you have to do to get the closure and honesty that comes from a face-to-face breakup?
It is incredibly rude. I find it really sad that most of us have come to regard other people as somewhat disposable. Even though it is the quickest and easiest way of extricating yourself from a relationship, breaking up with someone over text or email is completely irresponsible and shows lack of respect.
You owe it to someone you’ve been seeing (no matter how long) to sit them down. You owe it to them to be a hundred percent honest about how you’re feeling and where you’re at so they can have closure.
Both parties should leave the relationship the way they went into it, honest and true. Show respect to the person that you have shared your life with, even if it was for only a few months or a few years.
If you are intimate enough to look into my eyes when we were together, how dare you break up with me via text?
Leaving someone is not an easy thing to do. Leaving someone using technology is just plain sad.”
Is it too much to ask that people behave with even a little courtesy when it comes to ending a relationship? As far as I know, there are two effective ways to break the news to someone: 1.) Speaking via phone call, and 2.) Speaking face to face. Everything else, unless there are really good…
o kilala rin bilang “Aklat ng mga Plant Whisperer.”
Ilang mga tala mula sa aklat ni Propetang Ekis
May kasabihan ang mga kapanalig ng Tatlong Utos: ‘Kung ang daan patungo sa puso ng lalake ay sa kanyang sikmura, ang daan patungo sa puso ng babae ay sa kanyang tainga.’ Kaya madalas, nauuwi ang…
I have never been kissed
by anyone before,
so I often wonder how it feels like –
but most of the time I think about what it will taste like.
Will it taste like the mints
you keep in your pocket
that you give to me
after every meal we eat?
Will it taste like the pepperoni
on a pizza that has gone cold
because we were too busy singing
to eat it while it’s hot?
Or maybe it will taste like buttered popcorn,
the kind we eat when we go out to the movies
and you complain because we ate all of it
before the trailers are done;
Will it taste like my favorite milk tea?
you don’t like milk tea that much,
you told me so one time.
Maybe it will taste like chocolate,
those bittersweet truffle crèmes
that come in a fancy box
lined with squiggly, fancy paper.
How about ketchup?
Tart, tangy tomato ketchup.
The one we dip our fries in
When we decide to pig out past midnight.
Maybe it will taste like nothings at all.
Maybe I won’t enjoy being kissed on the lips
because swapping spit irks me,
and I never quite got over my childhood “cooties”.
Or perhaps, the taste will be so unique,
maybe it will taste like you,
so much that no amount of mints or tea or chocolate
Can ever replicate it.
from my poetry blog.
You’re quiet and I’m not.
I’m a text-er and you’re not.
I’ve never had a boyfriend.
But I kind of have this crush on you.
I don’t know what they’ve told you about me, and I’m trying not to let it bother me. I’m trying my hardest to make you notice me!
Can’t you see I’m trying to flirt with…