after a couple of million fights -- apparently due to the pms the period brought -- mars and i are on perfectly normal we're-such-good-friends-so-let's-not-ruin-this-by-making-a-wrong-move situtation. today we did the "normal happy couple" thing (although we're not anymore): stroll through the mall, lunch, errands, and a quick "goodbye" right before the buzz.

i came home with a pair of black high-heeled mules and contact lenses, he came home with a shirt and a couple of new pictures he had developed. we both had squid breath from the thing we picked up from the thai deli stand at the mall. we smiled a whole lot, talked a whole lot, and enjoyed the five hours we spent together.

now if only all non-relationships were as easy as that.

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night out with bestest ex was, at best, ho-hum.

we talked and talked. we had awfully honest conversations and we walked an awful lot and he kept wincing as i drove from ortigas to makati. but in the end, i realized that he was that, an ex, and as the great scheme of things would have it, should be in that little hole in the wall where you stuff your ex-boyfriends.