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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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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...

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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 :)

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