December 17 must be the weirdest day of my entire life…so far. 
 
Ha ha…

Today, Narcissus and I talked over the phone as if the events of the past few days did not bother us. He informed me of his new schedule of duties and listened while I shared with him my frustrations with my dad. We laughed as if I wasn’t mad at him for the past few days and as if he did not break my heart.]

Earlier today, still, I attended the first of a series of midnight masses. If I completed it, it would be the first time for me to do so since I was in medical school. And it was said that if this series of masses is completed, one would be entitled to make wishes and it would all come true. I prayed for three things: love, career, and health. I asked for guidance, in the light of the past events. I asked for a sign on what to do next. Thinking of what sign/s to ask for was difficult because, really, I could not think of any. In the end I settled for a sign or signs that have to do something with roses…because Love is indeed like a rose. It is a thing of beauty but to reach out and to try to possess such can bring about pain.

As the night set in, I found myself in a pensive mood. I thought of all the events of the past few days. I thought of how much I have suffered patiently in the name of love. I thought of how much I love Narcissus, whether I’d be willing to further nurture our friendship or be selfish for once and leave. In my mind I saw him with Lee and Dan. I envy those two. At least, they were given the time and opportunity to love my Narcissus. I got none. But this became more frustrating when I remembered he told me that there was a time that he loved me. And I realized that time he said he loved me was the time that I love him too but I grew tired of waiting and so, I had a relationship with another guy.

I texted him that he was really weird. He asked why. I told him, “because, even though many hurtful things happened during the past few days with you and your two other loves, you still seemed like the old person you used to be. It is as if nothing happened.” It took a while before I received this reply from him: Goodnight. Have to rest already. Love is weird.

Yeah, indeed. Then I texted him back with these words: Yeah, love is weird. Like a few days ago I just found out that the guy I love the most is in love with another guy…and here I am texting him still. Love is weird. Goodnight.

Was this the sign that Narcissus and I weren’t really meant for each other? Do I still have to wait for the sign of the roses?

Every girl’s least favorite topics would definitely include the Ex-Files.  These are sporadic talks with the beau/boyfriend/lover about the women/men that he had relationships with (and suddenly I’m hearing the song, “to all the girls I’ve loved before…”) or those ironic circumstances wherein you and your beau/boyfriend/lover would run into one of the ex-girlfriends/boyfriends and you’d be annoyed to see in his/her face that he/she was actually glad of the accidental meeting.  Actually, any mention of the “Ex” at all during the span of a couple’s relationship usually brings about, at the very least, a tense moment or an awkward episode of teasing that perhaps could inevitably lead to another bout of lovers’ quarrel.  Unless you are such an ultra-cool girlfriend/boyfriend who’s never bothered by your partner’s previous contacts (when actually you should be because, whenever you’re making love with your partner, you’re also “making love” with them).  And that’s why the Ex-Files are usually kept in the farthest, darkest corner of the relationship vault.  It can even be put under separate lock, safe, or whatever.  It is that delicate.
 
But when the beau in question is not really a lover but more of the ”more than a friend, less than a lover” sort, the rules become either much more complicated or there are no rules at all.
 
I have previously posted that I haven’t heard for a long time from Narcissus (2 days of no communication is a long time for me).  I was calling his globe and sun numbers and he hasn’t answered any of it.  I rang his house and the girl who answered told me he wasn’t home.  Geesh, this guy could really disappear into thin air when he wants to.  Only about after 2 or 3 calls did he text back, telling me he was sorry he wasn’t able to reply or return the call because he was in his ex-bf’s house (let’s give him the name Lee), cleaning. 
 
What the hell…
 
What is he doing there?  I mean, only a few days ago they were fighting because of some complications in the relationship and broke up because of it.  And now, they’re suddenly friends and he is cleaning his house?!?!
 
I confronted him (just in text, of course) and asked if he was back together with Lee or with Dan (his other ex-bf.  I hope I’m not losing you.  To further clarify the relationships, Narcissus was with Lee and Dan in a relationship at the same time during these past few months.  The dilemma started when Dan decided to leave Narcissus and be in a relationship with Lee, instead.  Narcissus, then, who had two bfs, suddenly found himself bf-less.  And I’m supposed to babysit him while he nurses his own broken heart).  Narcissus answered that the three of them talked and they agreed to remain just friends.  But I really couldn’t believe it.  I mean, like two days ago, they were really emotional and suddenly, they made up and are friends again.  With no hurt feelings.  And he’s now cleaning his house?!?!  A little thought keeps nagging me from the back of my mind.  Probably why Narcissus was silent for the past two days was because he was staying in Lee’s house and they’re doing it there. 
 
Goodness, does Narcissus think he could make me believe that he cares for me when, in any day he wishes, he could go to his ex’s house and clean it?!?!  Okay, okay, they’re friends now.  But it doesn’t really sound so innocent.  It will never be an innocent visit.  Isn’t it that everytime you chance upon an ex-lover, you’d still feel that little tingle inside because of the memory of your previous romance, though it may be that you know you don’t really love him/her anymore? 
 
Men.  Even when they are bisexuals, I could never understand them.