"I know pain too well. It eats you inside.

It makes you sketch an imaginary smile on your lips everyday so people won't ask, so people won't need an explanation why you are the way you are today, or the days before. But let's face it: people only hear what they want to hear, and pain is not one of them.

I know it too well, that all I wanted in the end was to save someone's hearts from feeling it. And in that moment, it got to be yours.
It happen to be you."

You found her, and you met her.
Yet she was, and still is broken,
when you get to know her.

Be with her. Stay. Be in her shoes. Isolate yourself with her at times she feels like doing it. Feel as if the tears she keeps wiping were yours. Feel her torn pages as if a page of yours has been teared up. Be with her in her lonely galaxy. Be the leaf that catches her raindrops when it rains endlessly. Be the wall that welcomes her cold back when she leans at times her world were too heavy for her to remain standing in one piece. Be what she didn't tell you to be. Moreover, be everything she would be grateful for later.

Just be there for her. She might tell you she wanted to be alone, but trust me; she wanted for someone to be alone there with her, too.

I don't want you to regret losing me.
I don't want you to regret anything that
is associated with me being gone.

Because I never did at the act of meeting you, and even more at the act of loving you, of keeping everything about you next to my heartbeat.

You didn't lose me.
I didn't lose you.

We both got nothing to lose because between you and me there was nothing.

But I did lose something, though.
Me."

#Today'sThought
- Franz Bartolome Poetry

She didn't knew he was falling for her, that behind those brown eyes and noble smile were the images of her locked away somewhere in those days they have come to meet at the same hallway of that school.

She didn't knew her ugliest smile was the prettiest for him, she didn't knew she's been loved; when she can't find any more reasons to love herself once again.

She didn't knew he is wishing for her as much as she wishes for the stars to turn her heart aches into dust, and little did she knew she could be this special to someone, when the world had made her believe that there is nothing more special in store for her.

She didn't know many things,
yet upon all of it that she regretted the most was that she didn't knew such love could exist, and it is especially, and irrevocably,

of all people---for her.

I'll find you, and cherish
you in another time.

In another life.
In another dimension.
In another soul and in another heart.

I'll look out to you in another pair of eyes,
Hold you in another pair of hands,
Speak to you in another lips,
in another voice, in another tone.
And be with you in another chance.

And in this another, I'll make
sure that I'll make you stay.
I'll make sure we'll have another day.
and we'll have no more lies to say.
And we won't have to keep
our wonders at bay.

I'll find you, until finding isn't necessary anymore. Because chance itself gave me another piece of it to not let another you, to be taken away by another.

There will always be another us,
another you, another me;
But there will never be another love.
Or at least the kind of love that we have.
That we had.

We didn't begin with a
"once upon a time."
and we didn't end with a
"happily-ever-after."

We just met.
Not with a "hello."
And we were just eager to know.

We just met. And we just end.
Not with a "goodbye."
But with just an act of letting go.
We just end, somewhere in a moment.
We just end.

Maybe. Just maybe.

Maybe we'll meet again, when chances itself had opened its doors for us
When time itself isn't running us out
and when faith replaced all our unspoken doubts

Maybe we'll meet again When that song doesn't need to end so soon.
When we don't have be alone anymore looking at the same moon.

When sad movies doesn't need to be sad anymore.
And when we'll finally see with closed eyes what we have not seen before

Maybe we'll meet again when we don't have to be strangers anymore
When things are not complicated by goodbyes
And beginnings doesn't need to start up with a hello.

Maybe we'll meet again somewhere in time
when we know ourselves all too well,
That we don't have to let each other go
When we're old enough to be young
And when we won't be fool to destroyed with our tongues.
When we are already capable of doing what we are not years ago.
When we have already faced our fears,
And sadness doesn't describe anymore our tears.

Maybe I'll fall in love again with you or maybe I would not,
And I just have to met you for some reasons life would let me know later.

Maybe we'll meet again, and we're not us, but the same you and me years ago, not actually caring if we have been
loved or unloved, missed or unmissed; have been lost or have been found, have been broken or have healed, or if we're still beautiful or had became a disaster.

I would not care at all, meeting you and this love once again along the way someday.

And maybe, just maybe; it doesn't have to be a maybe.