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I'd normally write a poem for you in our room. Or write something. Anything. But this one is extra special. This one, I think, I can only top if I am as good a poet as Pablo Neruda, or as good a storyteller as Richard Bach, or as good an artis as Salvador Dali.

 

But I'm not as good as they are. I'm not even sure if I'll ever be good. All I know is, what I have written so far in the last 5 months have so far been my best. All I have written for you, I pour directly from my heart.

 

I have never fallen for anyone like this. I have never fallen WITH anyone, so I guess that is the reason why it's so different. Why WE are different.

 

I can no longer explain why my heart flutters like it does whenwe are together. Heck, it flutters even when we are not. It flutters when I see you picture, or your portrait. It flutters when I think of your name. When I look in the mirror and see your eyes in mine. It flutters when my phone chimes with your messages. And it flutters when you tell me those sweet nothings.

 

But I know I'm not alone. I know your heart flutters too when you think of me. I know your heart skips a beat when you ask me what I'm doing or where I am. I know you feel the tingling sensation of my presence whenever you sense that I am thinking of you. I know you feel elated as well when I tell you how much I am in love with you.

 

I know it's a difficult road ahead, but it is only you who has made me believe in myself, and what I am capable of. It is you who were able to tell me that I need to do things for myself, and everything else will follow suit. It is you who saw my potential, my quirks, my shortcomings, my strengths and weaknesses, and found the package complete. It is who who saw me as I am.

 

I know, because you've shown me as you are. With no deception. No expectations. No sugarcoating. No cherries on top. Yet we see each other as we are.

 

I love you. And that is really all I can say...

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R,

 

"..the hardest trick is making them stay..."

 

the blurb from that film that we're so eager to see seems to be mocking me...

 

u asked why i cried...

then i smiled...

sometimes i don't know if it's me who's too emotional...

or it's you who's too practical...

of course i was hurt..

heck it pains me hearing you say all those things...

when i'm just here waiting and grasping every single chance...

just to be with you again and do the things i should've done for you, to you...

when we're together...

learning that you were loving but're not living...

 

told you t'was ironic...

and it is...

u ne'er complain bout anythin when we're together...

seemed perfect...

but i was unable to make u stay...

u have each and every possible complain bout her...

but u stayed... at least longer...

u did ur damnedest tryin to make it work...

when i did my damnedest 7 months ago...

asking u not to give up on me...on us...

to try to make it work...

but i was unable to make u stay...

 

sometimes i don't know if we're trying too hard to be happy...

to keep ourselves from realizing that we really can't be...

sometimes i don't know if time flies so fast when we're together...

coz we're enjoying too much...

or if we're running really fast, chasing time...

coz we might run out of it...

or more likely, i might run out of it...

i admit i'm nowadays living in the fear of knowing...

that the day would come when we're tired of running...

each night before i sleep i just pray that the One above...

would just brace me from pain...

for i might wake up the next day...

and that would be the day that u've gotta go away...again...

i've asked before...i can ask no more...

for i'm scared u'd give me the same answer...

 

"...so if you'd still GO i 'd understand,

just give me something that i can hold on to...

and if you'd stay, i'll hold your hand..."

 

and once again...

i'd be unable to make you stay...

 

A

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Sweetest one...

 

Im very happy that the weekend is about to end.

 

Weird huh? While other people will do everything in their power to make the weekend drag on, I cannot wait for it to end... because the end of the weekend will bring me back to you for sure. And that is something that gladdens my heart.

 

I so hate the time we spend apart. There is nothing more I would want in this world than to begin and end each week, each day, each hour with you... to share in the littlest of things that you do, to just hang out and talk, to hold hands and maybe, watch the day pass us both by.

 

The world has become a wondrous place once more. And it is all because you have come into my life. That is something I thank the Heavens for, each day. You are my celebration, you are my joy, you are my sweetest one...and you have my heart.

 

Always.

 

:heart:

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the weekend has flown by, albeit between intermittent phlegmy episodes and vertigo attacks. and i did not even see your shadow. but i felt you with me always. i struggled today to run all my errands and do a bit of shopping at the marikina shoe expo.. and as i perused the knick knacks and kitsch, i thought of you again. how you would have loved to see those aluminum lamps with colored glass. how you would have imagined where it could go and how lovely it would be lit up against the yellow walls of my future home. even sm cubao could not escape you. as i searched for THE bed, i imagined how it would be to roll around each one with you.. or to wake up beside you in it. even mundane appliances like stoves and refrigerators grew more meaning. and each step, each decision became harder to make.

 

i couldn't buy anything, love. i wanted you to be around to put your stamp of approval on it. i want you to deem it worthy to be around us, to be used by us. i ended up instead walking miles and empty handed back to the car. but it didn't feel like a waste... it was another trip i wanted to take with you.

 

i missed you all weekend. i can't wait til tomorrow.

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i missed last saturday. :( i just couldn't get myself to go. :cry: got a text from jeffrey that night saying he saw you. short from interrogating the poor guy, i got as much info about you as i could. he was totally clueless. didn't want to see you with pb e. <_< chances were too high that she would be there. i will, however, see you before you leave for your tour...definitely! hurry back k? :* by then, i will be free from my academic burdens! humanda ka! :evil: :evil: :evil: bora na ito! :boo: :boo: :boo: hehehehe haloween? game!

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i sure did some thoughtless things when i was younger. someone should have told me never to date men from one industry. and never to date older men when you're only a college kid. but who would have thought that years later you guys would meet up and exchange notes? who knows what else you talked about! oh, curse!

 

so? where you shocked to find out he was after me while i was crazy over his boss? and was he shocked to find out i'm still going out with you? did you tell him, it is my nature to date and not take men really seriously? did you tell him you're going through hell because of this? that i am more than what people see?

 

but i'm a nice kid, am i not?

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Anong weird dun sis? Eh di ba default mode mo yun? Hahaha! :lol: (mang-asar ba :D)

dear blacket!

 

d gumana yung chant mo...punta na siyang states for a tour. d pa nagpapaalam! testingin natin sa iba yung chant in the mean time! nyahahahahaha :boo: :evil: :boo: :evil: :boo: :P

 

at d default mode yon a...ganyan lang talaga ako magmahal... :hypocritesmiley: :hypocritesmiley: :hypocritesmiley:

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dear blacket!

 

d gumana yung chant mo...punta na siyang states for a tour. d pa nagpapaalam!  testingin natin sa iba yung chant in the mean time! nyahahahahaha  :boo:  :evil:  :boo:  :evil:  :boo:   :P

 

at d default mode yon a...ganyan lang talaga ako magmahal...  :hypocritesmiley:  :hypocritesmiley:  :hypocritesmiley:

 

Dear Batz,

 

Matindi kse si PB.. yun yun! hahaha! :lol: Di hindi ka na mag-aayang Aposento nyan? :P Andyan na ba si Bobby? Tara na! Ay teka.. mag-review ka no! :hypocritesmiley:

 

Love,

G as in ganda :lol:

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i will flatter you with this one.

 

it may not be good. but still, it will be about you. a time spent. utilities wasted. for you. in writing about you.

 

a recklessly pretentious human being who must have been told he is above all else. that's who you are. and your cohorts smell just like that. skunks smell better even. you think you're smart? you think your comrades are too? well, guess what? perhaps. but your depth is shallow. your insolent intelligence romanticizes stupidity. your poems make me cry for the poets who, long before you dared write your first line, have been less insulted. you dared be called one. you dared put words together and called them poetry. and you insulted me when you exposed me to them.

 

oh, they surround you, oh you little gods. playing greeks and romans. you make utopia a despicable hell. your language labors hard for refinement. and you think each time, you sound schooled. oh, you do. but the voice that i hear does not come from the marrow down your spine. oh, how i flatter you to assume you do have spine!

 

if glasses had tear ducts, mine would have shed some. but my glasses aren't like yours. yours shed lies. but your eyes shed none. as your eyes are part of the whole pretense called YOU.

 

flattered enough? thank you.

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