I always knew that I would fall for a guy who was bad news. I pictured him as someone good-looking, maporma, and who wore Davidoff Cool Water or Polo Sport. His killer smile would be enough to take my breath away, and he would be undeniably sweet and romantic. It would be hard not to fall for him, and I was right. I did meet The Guy. He was everything I had wished for, and I fell for him.
But the ugly truth is, underneath his angelic face, this boy was all trouble—he was scared of commitment, mabarkada, and a player. But his charms made all my doubts go away.
At first, everything was wonderful. Bad Boy was masungit to others, but to me he was gentle and loving. As time passed, his behavior changed. He snuck out with the boys whenever I was on out-of-town trips, cleaned up his inbox to hide his secrets, and forgot about date nights. He knew that I could never muster enough strength and courage to confront him, much more, break up with him.
My dream turned into a nightmare, but I always knew this day would come.
Long story short, he left me. I felt then that I deserved every pain. "Ginusto ko ito," I kept telling myself. I won't go into much detail, but as with any breakup, recovering from it wasn't easy. Looking back, however, I had always known that dating a bad boy was a risky choice. Still, there were perks. The thrill of belonging to guy like him and vice versa was exciting. Bad boys are generally fun. He took me to places I never thought I'd ever set foot in. He was spontaneous—there was never a dull moment. The mystery and drama had me hooked. Plus, I felt special whenever he became meek and tame with me...
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