I’m watching Boys Over Flowers again for the third time. I just finished watching the second to the last episode and Ji Hoo made my heart ache again.
Which is sadder? Nursing your broken heart over and over again or nursing the heart of the person who broke yours. Nursing my broken heart was too much for me, I can’t even imagine nursing HIS broken heart. Oh please, I pray I don’t have to, ever. I don’t think I can handle that. Not right now.
And speaking of the devil, I saw him last week after almost a year. It all started with a forwarded text message he sent me. I replied and maybe he thought I’m now doing well. Everything went okay when I saw him again except for the part that I got drunk and couldn’t remember what happened. This is the first I couldn’t remember anything. I mean, there were times I couldn’t remember but somehow everything flashed back after someone mentioned it or told me about it. This time I really couldn’t, even after a week of trying. I need more practice to get back to the drinking game. Sigh. Now, I ended up having him as a boarder every Wednesday. I just hope this won’t get messy and end up breaking my heart my heart again.
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