I truly hope I get to keep this post short. Because on this day, the day I cut my boyfriend's hair, I ended up cutting a lot more.
Tools
Before the renegade
Libreng gupit! (excuse the pambahay outfitey)
Evidence
After
So, how did I do? I let boyfriend use one of my loose
pambahays as his "haircut shirt", then he showered after all the feeling-propesyunal-na-barbero stint of mine was over. Not a lot was cut off but boyfriend likes it. He says i'll do all of his future haircuts from now on. Coolio.
My boyfriend. My boyfriend.
The. Boyfriend.
Ah.
The day after this haircut happened, the boyfriend and I had a fight.
That was last week.
No it wasn't because of the haircut.
It was serious. Scary serious.
We've never had a major fight in our four years and four months of being together.
Until this day. Or well, last week.
A lot of things that has never been said and done, were said and done. A lot of emotions, a lot of.. yes. I don't wanna bore you.
And I don't wanna cry.
I should say, without any exaggeration, that I've had the greatest scare of my life this day. Or well, last week. And it had something to do with me having to cut everything off with my life. (ghoent code: my life = my bf)
Lalalala.
Don't judge.
Thank God.
Thank God.
We are working things out now.
We are talking, and healing, and learning from all that happened.
I learned a lot. I really did.
I pray that what was cut, will be replaced by something new.
I know that it will never be the same.
But I sure pray that it's a lot stronger.
Today we hit our largest bump yet. Or well, last week.
There are some scratches. But I know it's all in the surface.
And deep down, we're still in it for the long haul.
At least I hope so.
And I truly and will forever pray so.
And will surely unendlessly work hard for.
And certainly [wish I] know so.