Listen. Listen to me very carefully. I live in London, a gorgeous, vibrant, historic city that I happen to love living in. You live in New York, which is highly overrated… But since the Atlantic Ocean is a bit wide to cross every day, swimming, boating or flying, I suggest we flip for it… And if those terms are unacceptable, leaving London will be a pleasure, as long as you’re waiting for me on the other side. ‘Cause the truth is, I am Madly, Deeply, Truly, Passionately in Love with You. -Charlie, Letters to Juliet
If the time comes that I felt the love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for, I wish I have the courage to seize it..
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1 step, 2 steps, 3 steps… I got out of the jeepney and paused for a moment. 4, 5, 6… I started walking towards the East. 10, 11, 12… I wonder if I could drop by in a friend’s house along the way. 18, 19, 20… I tried to call a few but none of them answered. 33, 34, 35… I saw my former teacher outside his friends house. I stopped and we had a small talk.
I continued my walk a midst the setting of the sun. I don’t mind walking under the night sky, it calms my nerves. I passed by four gas stations already and still continued walking. Jeepney fare was not an issue, really, I just like walking. And this afternoon, I really needed to distract myself from unwanted thoughts.
2439 steps, 2440 steps, 2,441… approximately 2.5 kilometers until I saw a familiar arc that says Campo Subdivision. That instant, I stopped and gave you a call. You couldn’t believe that I walked alone all the way to see you but you got out of your way just to meet me that night.
We had no place to go so you decided to walk me home. I needed the company and I needed someone to talk to, and there you were, truly materializing as my best friend. I lost track of how long I walked but who cares, really? We strolled around for a bit before going home. You bought me ice cream and we sat on a bench in a court. I finished eating mine and you finished yours but I still didn’t want to go home just yet.
“I’m tired. Could you turn around and let me lean on your back?” Of course you didn’t refuse for I was deeply troubled. “Beep, beep” goes your phone. “Who was that? Tell her to text you later because you’re with me.” “Why so?” “…because I’m special.” And you just smiled. “Beep, beep,” goes another text. “Aren’t you going to get that?” I asked. “Don’t mind that.” “How come?” “…because I’m with you and you’re special.”
I gazed into the highest of stars and so did you. I looked around for moonlit silhouettes and saw our very own shadows, black as coal yet it somehow illuminated me on the inside. I wish I could stay like this forever. I wish we could stay like this forever and not care about the rest of the world.
(Source: originalamateur)
It’s been a while since I blogged about the status of my heart.
It’s contented and happy. I’m contented having him even though he’s not mine. I’m happy that he’s trying hard to reach out even though he’s not showy/expressive. But I must admit that I long to be held in his arms, to hold his hand as we walk under the moonlight, to play with him in the pouring rain. I miss being with him. I miss him.
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My love, my love
As beautiful as can be
The songs of love
I offer to thee
.
But a dream I told
You misunderstood
My heart was crushed
Left me almost destroyed
.
And then it came true
So I knew what to do
My dream was a sign
And still, you are mine
.
I love you for you
And you love me too
Hoping that is enough
for our love to last
This poem was posted on my Facebook Monday, July 26, 2010 at 8:57pm. This was an activity in our English IX . Create a short poem/ song that depicts some relationship to the story of “The Chantecleer and the Fox”.
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It was a calm and peaceful afternoon in the house. Alone I was. I was busy making artsy stuff until a long blade covered in blue plastic, lying on the floor, caught my attention. I held it up as I examine its blade -long, sharp, and a bit rusty in the middle. I pushed the blade up even more, exposing a longer facade of the blade. I paused for a second then placed it on my wrist, just below the pulse, thinking that if I’ll do it, maybe I’ll see blood flowing and feel a little, if not fully, alive. I felt the blade touch my tan skin. It will be cliche and I might get asked where I got the scar so I thought of slitting my right leg, after all it’s already scarred as hell from my right knee down to my foot. For a moment, I really thought I was going to do it. For a moment, I really thought I could do it.
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The pitter-patter on the roof was getting louder; raindrops falling even harder. I wanted to go home but it would still be a 15 minute walk, and I have no umbrella in hand. Cumulus clouds consumed the sky. I couldn’t really care less about walking in the rain but I know you would care so I dropped you a line to let you know. I started walking; the rain was touching my tan skin and it felt good. Three minutes of walking and I already feel cleansed. Three minutes of walking then I saw you standing outside our subdivision, waiting to share with me your big umbrella. I wasn’t expecting for you to do such a thing but I was glad you did. I was really glad. I felt safe beside you, standing under your umbrella. I felt the rainbow a midst the rain.
(Source: originalamateur)
ONE PERSON. For what it’s worth, I would love my first serious relationship to be the last, that I will marry my first romance. Short relationships can be fun but it’s only fun while it lasts.
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