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Don't fall in love with me, please. I don't want to owe you anything. I don't want to keep your hopes up and disappoint you in the end. I don't want movies, I don't want coffee, I don't want long-winding conversations wherein you can't even say what you mean. I don't want flowers, I don't need a fucking prince on a white horse. I don't need you to pick me up, or bring me home. I don't need your car or your hand.

I'm okay with being alone for the moment.

This is why I say no. This is why I'm afraid. I'm sure while you're reading this, you'll think of me as someone who thinks highly of myself.

"Feeling mo naman, daming may gusto sa'yo."

"Feeling mo naman ang ganda mo."

This is why. This is why I refuse to come out of the condo and meet people like you.

Don't fall in love with me and expect me to reciprocate what you're feeling. And never, never complain and send insults my way when I didn't meet your  expectations. Because I have no intentions of meeting them anyway.

I started building my walls again. With moats and crocodiles, piranhas and shark-infested waters. Add fire-breathing dragons, too.

 I don't care if you wait - in the rain, in the heat, in the goddamn flood.

Hate me, love me, I don't care. Just don't ask me to love you back.

And in case you decide to wait and figure out how to break down my walls, prepare yourself for a long battle.