We walked in the rain. We talked and laughed together. We ate our ice creams on the veranda while I talked about my career. We tried going to Antipolo. You waited for me outside my dorm. You accompanied me back. We had so little time but we never considered it as a problem. We were in PE classes together. You were such a player. I was trying hard…. for you to notice me. Your family is clingy. You went home. I fell in love.
It is so hard to give the trust to a person who have broken it before. Even though, you say that you love him, if you keep on doubting, he wouldn’t believe that it’s love. You should learn to give people a second chance, and let them do what they want to do. ‘Cause if they really love you, they won’t break you heart the second time around. Trust is an important foundation of a relationship meaning to stay permanent. You should open your heart and mind and remove the negativity and forget the trauma. Learn to self-heal because only you, yourself know what hurts deep inside you.
She’s back from hibernation
with lots of information
to write is not her option
but one of her dedication.
Now she is ready again
to share stuff that she thinks she can’t
handle by herself and
to read your awesome posts that trend.
They say love is even sweeter for the second time around. I think so too because, the second time, both of you learned already your lessons. And now, you know what you should and should not do. I do believe that love is never gone, it’s like energy –recyclable but never destroyed. But for love, love only ceases. It never disappears. It only stops, but once the spark is there, it will start to light, like fire. Love.. It is forgetful –to the bad memories that happened. But so remembering, when beautiful and sweet memories are concerned. It’s like a semi-permeable membrane, that only the ones that will help are the ones permitted to get in. It’s like a song –there is a melody and rhythm. And lastly, it’s like mountain water –pure and for everyone.
The lost sheep has come back
In my arms, he clasp
Beside me, he slept
I felt so secured
The feelings came back, too
He made me feel some things
I can’t feel with others
But then, he always go off
He had to pursue his dreams
But now, I know for sure
He may always go,
but he will never leave
And will definitely come back
There is still this someone who, in the middle of chaos, would make you calm and inadvertently lax and happy.
Though not a lover, just a friend specifically a seatmate, this someone continues to awe me with surprising manners. He may look unapproachable, dull, stiff and scary but he is the opposite. He can be as mischievous as tom but as genuine and serious as the king or the Kim Jong Il. He is a very good friend of mine, one who can understand me and hear me out willingly. The one who enjoys listening to my rants and whines and calmly handles everything. The one whom he wants to talk the most because according to him, I am the one whom he’s comfortable sharing with. A real boy friend. He is in times of calamity, would definitely make me smile and laugh and in times of happiness, would make me smile and laugh harder.
Once there was a guy whom I never presumed to fall for me.
I fell with him too. His smile shimmers. His letters make my day go round. His voice is heaven.
He makes the birds sing, the flowers dance and my heart explode.
He made me in a full bliss. Just a touch of his hand tingles my spine.
His shoulders, I love to lean on. His face, I like to look at all the time. His eyes, I like to meet mine.
I don’t know why I left him. I didn’t know what happened. Everything was a blur.
Now, I am regretting seeing him with others.
Remembering the sweet memories.
And wanting to be with him again.
If ever I have an opportunity, I will definitely say
“I am sorry. Let me make it up to you. If you give me another chance, I will never let go anymore. I am really sorry. I made a mistake. Make me be your kismet again. I will drive for long hours just to bring you butterfinger. Please be mine again.”