of love and other things

I got the chance of watching the final episode of The Bachelor: Paris yesterday afternoon, on ETC. It wasn’t intentional though. I didn’t even know that there’s a Paris edition of the said program. Since the guy looked hot, as well as the two remaining women, I decided to just watch it. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep anyway. And since it was the final episode, the guy already had to choose. Whom the guy had chosen, and the choosing itself, wasn’t the thing that caught my attention; It’s the other woman.

When the other woman found out the she was the un-lucky one, you can see the disappointment on her face. But she was still very poised, and she seemed to have accepted the decision wholeheartedly. When she was already in the limo, she started crying. You can really tell that she was shattered. She even mentioned that she felt stupid of going out of her shell, and that she wanted to just go back in the shell and lock herself in.

It was a beautiful sight to watch. Not that I loved seeing her cry but because I know how bad it felt, and it reminded me that I’m not the only one who went through that. She must have fallen inlove that much.

No matter how hard we try to hold the pieces, it will not change the fact that the thing was already broken.