They are your ~*one true pair*~. They're THE two people who the universe has deemed meant to be. If the world needed a sign that we as a human race will be okay, there they are, ridiculously in love. They are perfect for each other, so perfect that even if the guy is a Greek statue reincarnated, you wouldn’t mind if he didn't end up with you. You watch them everyday and stalk them on social media so much that they pretty much consume your life. So what happens when they *gasp* break up?
1 People who don't know anything about your OTP start informing you they broke up.
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Tita, just because it's on Facebook doesn't mean it's true.
2 You google your OTP's names and you wish you hadn't.
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NOPE. NOPE. NO TALAGA, SORRY.
3 Then comes the stage of utter disbelief.
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I wanted to hold on to something stable… I genuinely thought you would be it.
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4 Because you are cool and chill, you also breakdown in the most graceful way...
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I'm okay, Mama. This is what Spotify is for.
5 But because you're a normal shipper, you break down once in a while.
But I'm sorry, it just came out. I'm okay. I'm okay. Really.
6 Then your feelings start to get the best of you. HUHUHU.
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Bye, you guys. I'm traveling to the desert to offer my tears to travelers.
7 Of course, who else would understand you better than the other shippers in the fandom?
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Insert some really deep conversations here with fellow shippers about your OTPs best moments and all the reasons why they are meant to be togetha foreva.
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8 Then you ask yourselves, "Were we not enough?"
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We did everything to support you! E-VER-RY-THIIIING.
9 You end up hastagging #WalangForever to every single post now.
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Because, #WalaTalagangForever.
10 Here comes the final stage of the rollercoaster.
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What's meant to be, will be. We'll be okay. I'll be okay... In 10 years. Maybe.
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