Writings of the Heart

[NEVz❤️]

Dear Friend..

 

Sana maging magkaibigan tayo. Ang hirap ngumiti sa harap mo, lalo na kita ko sa mga mata mo kung gaano mo ko kagusto, ang hirap magkwento ng mga masasayang bagay na nangyayari sakin, dahil ramdam ko na gusto mo na ikaw ang kasama ko sa masasayang bagay.. Ang hirap humarap sayo lately dahil di na ako makapagopen sayo gaya ng dati...

[shhhhhh]

"thanks for staying with me from my past, to my present ...and looking forward of having you around in the future."

[B@tman]

This is my last entry.

I love the way you are. How you looked at me with those piercing eyes felt so ecstatic. Your eyes dilated whenever we made eye contact and they were mesmerizing. How you talked to me with your mellifluous voice sounded rejuvenating. How you bit your lips whenever I looked at them was seducing. The way you brushed your fingers on my arm felt so exhilarating. How you playfully twirled your hair when we talked seemed titillating. How you entered the room wearing those sandals and exposing your sexy feet were so appealing. The way crossed your long and slender legs looked visually stimulating. Your compassion, your kindness and your wonderful heart are the things that I loved about you.

I may be oblivious at times of the signals that you were sending, but I understood them. There were times that I needed to be tough and acted like a jerk in front of you because I couldn't afford to be complacent and I was only doing my job. I needed to be objective at all times. Perhaps in a different time or situation we could get to know each other not as colleagues but as two individuals with similar interests and matching personalities.


Let me end this entry by saying that I love you with all my heart, with all my soul and with all my mind. My innermost thoughts about you will linger on.

See you when I see you.

Edited April 6, 2016 by WilliamW@llace

[NEVz❤️]

"Sampung Bagay na Natutunan Ko tungkol sa Pag-ibig."

Una. Napakatamis ng mga simula ng mga umaga na bumubungad sa'yo ay ang kanyang mukha. Nag-aalmusal ka ng kilig. At hanggang sa gabi ay baon mo siya sa paghimbing. Dito. Dito mo matututunan ang tunay na kapangyarihan ng isang ngiti. Ng isang kamay na humahawi sa'yong buhok. Ng mga matang sumisisid sa'yong kaluluwa.

Pangalawa. Napakadaling makampante at masanay sa pagmamahal. Ang malunod sa kapangyarihan ng kami, ng tayo, ng ikaw at ako. Ang hindi pansinin ang pangangailangan ng kanya. Paano naman ang kanya lang? Paano naman ang ako? Napakadaling malunod sa akalang ang iyo ay mananatiling iyo...

Pangatlo. Mapapagod ka...

Pero- pang-apat. Sandali, ang tunay na pag-ibig hindi dapat sumusuko di ba?

Pero, panglima, ang tunay na pag-ibig ay hindi parating sapat. Kapag ang mga pakpak na binigay nito sa'yo ay bumigat at naging kadenang ni ayaw kang patayuin, kapag ang langit ng pusong minsa'y nilipad mo ay naging kulungang nasa'yo naman ang susi at kandado pero ayaw mong lisanin.

Pang-anim. Ang pinakamabagsik mang apoy ay mamamatay. Maghanda ka sa sakit. Pero 'wag kang mag-aalaga ng galit, ito ang pangpito. Iiwanan kang puno ng sugat at peklat at paltos nito. Iiwanan kang umuusok sa poot sa kanya, sa mundo, sa sarili mo. Iiwanan ka nitong abo.

Pang-walo. Maghanda ka sa wakas.

Pang-siyam. Alam ko, parang hindi ka pa handa sa wakas, wala naman yata talagang nagiging handa sa wakas pero nandiyan na siya.

At sa wakas, pang-sampu. Mahalin mo pa siya. Sa tingin, sa tanaw, mula sa abo na iniwan ng inyong apoy, mahalin mo pa siya. Pero kung ang pakpak ng pag-ibig ay naging gapos na, kapag ang dating langit sa puso mo ay binilanggo ka, mahakin mo siya sa huling pagkakataon- pagkatapos, bitaw na.

-wattpadd presents Juan Miguel Severo (on the wings of love)

Credits to the Writer of this.

[SweetShell80]

Hello

[MrChase]

May lalaki, parang bala,

Isang putok, anlayo na sa isang kisapmata.

 

May babae, Magnum tres singko siyeteng sandata,

Tahimik na nagkakarga, sandaling aasinta.

 

Pag napuno't gatilyo'y nahila,

Asahan mong sasalangit ka na.

[p-colossus]

Everyday I am reminded of why I am with you--why I chose you.

 

And no matter where I be or what I become, I am yours.

Edited April 15, 2016 by DiabolikRuki

[Simikiel]

Everyday I am reminded of why I am with you--why I chose you.

And no matter where I be or what I become, I am yours.

 

 

I remember a line similar to that, sorry, I'm just a James bond fanatic.

 

"I have no armour left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me, whatever is left of me,whatever I am, whatever I may be, I'm yours". Casino royale.

Edited April 15, 2016 by Simikiel

[p-colossus]

I remember a line similar to that, sorry, I'm just a James bond fanatic.

"I have no armour left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me, whatever is left of me,whatever I am, whatever I may be, I'm yours". Casino royale.

This line perfectly sums up how I feel.

 

It is now one of my favorite quotes of all time. And from James Bond too. That guy really did have it hard for Vesper Lynd.

 

Thanks Simikiel

[1palaiyot]

the worst feeling u can get is to be sitted beside with someone knowing that you cannot have her

[sOin2you]

You told me that I should learn to love myself. And that's what I'm gonna do.

 

I will love myself because I want to see myself in that state again. I want to feel again. Really feel. I want to love again. Really love. I want to see myself loving again and be loved too. I'm giving myself that chance again. I want to have that again.

[Seta Sinestro]

I went into this ... "Adult" world to be stimulated enough with things I've never seen, heard, touched, or felt, to write stories of and about other people.

 

Hopefully, I do not end up writing about myself.

[clandestinecuddles]

Silence is deafening

Words may sting but silence is what breaks the heart....

Edited April 22, 2016 by clandestinecuddles

[sOin2you]

Why is it that loving can take me to the highest place one time and have me falling hard on the ground next?

 

Why is loving you a place that's so hard to leave, yet I never seemed to have belonged at all?

 

Each night I shed a tear for the pain I've been keeping. I can't let you know and I can't speak of it when I'm having a conversation with you. I can't. Because I'm afraid to hear the lies again and gain more pain inside me. I can't handle more of it.

[Miss'ing]

Just like how we started - slowly, then all at once I lost you. The old you.