the crooked pinkie

The Three-Month Rule

The three-month rule as JLC’s character had reiterated time and time again in that classic feel-good movie, One More Chance had been the focal point of my existence for quite some time now. With respect to my otherwise former flame, I have resisted the urge to go out and see other people ever since we unofficially broke up days before Valentine’s. I have also constantly slapped my hand if ever I dare strike the key that will change my relationship status in FB from in a relationship to an otherwise momentary single-ness, worse to that cliché of being in a complicated relationship.

Treading on unfamiliar territory I suddenly found myself free of all the limits of being one-half of a couple. I cannot remember the time when I was even single for more than three months. My world revolved around women (more like girls when I think about it) for the last ten years or so that I have unexpectedly jaded myself from all the complexities of being in a relationship. A good friend of mine has the same predicament. He confided to me that he is terrified of finding himself alone with no female to comfort him. I beg to differ.

Yes, everyone has the right to be loved and respected and it goes vice versa. But to stay in a relationship that had turned from perfect to a waking nightmare does not help one grow. It only prolongs the torment.

More than three months had passed since I swore to the three-month rule and still I haven’t changed my relationship status nor officially broke it off. We have been doing things apart since then and had not been in an otherwise normal conversation for a very long time. I keep expecting to wake up one day with her totally refusing that I exist and to be officially single. But it has not happened yet. I guess we’re waiting on who would be the first to finally let go. I had sworn to myself that the last hostile move will not be coming from me. And so the three-month rule continues…