Our relationship was never easy. You say, yes. I say no. I say stay. You say I go.
They say Money talks. It’s true. But we never had a decent conversation but most of the time; the only dialogue you had with me is when you say good bye.
Why can’t you stay in my account the way you linger in Yuchengco’s vaults and Marcos’s Swiss bank accounts? I never questioned your infidelity. I don’t even ask you to be faithful only to me. I have no power over you. I just wish that you would bless me with your graces to become part of your roster of prominent lovers.
There seems to be some falsehood in the law of mutual exchanges. I gave you my love. I love you so much that I had to let myself be exploited, humiliated, and ridiculed. I thought you were ruled by that law. But then, who am I compared to Branson or Trump? You made them big time. How about me? Why won’t you love me back?
I’m a fool to love you. But you’re like drugs. I can never get over you. I need you. I want you. I desire you.
One day, when Fate would turn everything upside down. You will crawl back to me, fill not only my one and only bank account, but my vaults too.