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Just when I thought I'm done with all the bullshit, you f#&king came along, I didn't even ask for you but you came along. I thought I have seen death in many forms and with that, I'm ready for anything until you f#&king made your way and showed me a different kind of death.
My teeth is gritting because I thought the last time I fell down in defeat, the moment I stood up was the same moment I know I'm smarter, stronger and unbreakable.

I was totally wrong. I experienced death once more. The worst kind of death is when you feel physical pain from your chest as an invisible force clench your heart in anger, confusion and blind hope that things could still work out and you shouted "Stop" but instead of letting your heart go, the clenching goes tighter that you can barely breath. The worst kind of death is having to swim your way out of the thoughts of the things that could have happened but didn't. The worst kind of death are memories that dry your mouth,cling to your bones and rot your flesh until you can't even recognize what's real anymore. The worst kind of death is loving you no matter what version of reality we were in,as if jumping off the edge when I knew I'd only fall hard and break my bones but I still did. The worst kind of dead is killing our love before it was even born. The worst kind of death is ending something that haven't even started. The worst kind of death is having to wish you fought as much as you talked but you let go of my hand and I already knew you will but I still gambled, consciously knowing I'd lose.

The worst kind of death is waking up knowing you're gone, sooner or later if not now, you will belong to someone, and that's not gonna be me. No matter how much I cry, I weep, f#&k my brains out there's no f#&king way I'll have you again and my only option is to deal with it. The worst kind of death is watching you go knowing you'll never come back.

The worst kind of death is in spite all this, I still have to eat, walk, talk, work, smile when all I want is to pull my heart out and remember how to breathe without aching. You're my worst kind of death and you don't even care.

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I want to share with you a story I read many years ago.

 

It is about two souls in different timelines. Reborn each time, it seemed that their fates couldn't be any more different. One timeline he was a king and she was a barmaid, another timeline he was a deer and she was a lioness, and another he was a warrior and she a free spirit. It was as if fate was purposely playing their roles against one another, or voiding it altogether.

 

But one thing was for sure.

 

No matter what time, no matter what form, nor what situation, they always found their way to one another. The king fell in love with the barmaid, the lioness ultimately consumed the deer, and the warrior and free spirit found solace in each other.

 

That's how I've always pictured our love. That we'll always find our way to each other. No matter the consequences or trials, I'll always find you.

 

Elusive as it may sound but I think I fell in love with you a long, long time ago. That was why for most my life, my soul felt so emptybecause it was missing you.

 

And now that I'm with you, I love you. And I'll love you with every part of me, with each strength I can muster, and for all the time I am allowed to exist. I will love only you.

 

I've always wanted to mirror the happiness you give me, so that you'll be able to see what a great difference you have made in my life.

 

You are my light, my pillar, my hopethe one I live for.

 

I wish to spend the rest of my life with you, and even more if possible.

 

I love you.

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Love is a battlefield. A battlefield in an apocalyptic nuclear war. Nuclear war's a strange game, where the only winning move is not to play.

 

 

But, really, do you love to win?

 

(And I credit Pat Benatar, L. Lasker, W. Parkes and W. Green for giving me the idea.)

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Roberto, Will you always come home with me and tell me about your day? Tell me about the guy at work who talked too much, the stain you got on your shirt at lunch. Tell me about a funny thought you had when you were waking up and forgotten about. Tell me how crazy everyone is and we can laugh about it. Even if you get home late and I'm already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today, 'cause I love the way you look at the world. I'm so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes. Love, Maria

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simple lang naman yung tanong.. will you be seeing the guy that you used to date before na kine-claim mo na friends na lang kayo ngayon who just messaged you and said "i'll be visiting you"?

 

oo o hindi lang naman ang sagot na hinahanap ko. di yung "sana maassign ako somewhere" para may reason. t#ang%na.

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