Dear J,
Did you know, there are billion of stars that made up a galaxy?
The sun is the closest to the earth.
YOU ARE THE CLOSEST TO ME.
P.S. Stay close, baby.
R
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
And if all else fail, do not be afraid of the pain.
It may hurt, i know, but that's how it should be.
You need pain to understand how important it is to feel comfort;
To appreciate the little things life has to offer.
To see the things you've never seen before.
To hear the simple words that could make you smile again.
A thank you,
A sorry,
Or even a goodbye could be beautiful. To realize that there is a big, wide world waiting to be explored.
To summon all the courage and strength you do not know you have.
To do amazingly great things you do not even know you can.
To make you realize your potential.
To know that above all this you are still alive.
You feel the pain because you are alive.
It makes you more alive.
And in all of this hurtful experience, there is God -- making all things new for you.
There is pain because there is love, and there is love because of God.
Pain that is achingly beautiful.
You just have to look on the other side to realize this.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
Dear Somebody,
Nobody wants to see you sad and lonely.
Always here,
Nobody
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
**I'm that fictional character in your life.
The deleted movie scene.
Filmed but never made it to the screen.**
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 4:22 AM UTC
How ironic it is that you need to cross on something broken just to get to the other side.
Funny, right? When i first saw this road sign I thought to myself, there might be something wrong in the sentence construction. But as I ponder on it deeper, i realized something significant in a person's life: YOU REALLY NEED TO CROSS ON THE BROKEN LINE TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE.
There is a cautious voice inside that may cause you to stop in the middle of your tracks. You will experience bumps and may be chased by cadillac pains, and yet...
there is something about your exhausted breathing, strained hands, bruised feet, that sends a tingling sensation into your chest; your pumping heart is still fighting for where you want to be. You take a little step forward. Again. Because you strongly believe that beyond these broken lines, just beneath the horizon of clouds, is the place where you belong.
You cross the broken lines that make you feel incomplete to fill in the gaps.
Slowly now.. making your self whole.
For the nth time.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
*There is a certain kind of longingness that even words nor photographs cannot fill in.
And that is when, i want to write about you, the most.
This amount of emptiness needs to be said. It needs to flow like the ink in my pen or the the blood in my veins,
to sustain my sanity or else...
Melancholic thoughts will run and invade my mind until all the hope in my heart is gone.*
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
When i was young, i was very fond of reading stories of different kind. Be it a fairytale where i could be a princess who would soon meet her handsome prince. An anecdote of some legendary ****** who saved her town from a monster.
My books were full of pictures, colorful and in peculiar shapes. But when i grew older, books became thicker and less entertaining for me. The images i am used to seeing in each page disappeared in every turn. As i grew taller, the fonts in my books grew smaller.
I lost the joy of reading.
Slowly, it fades.
But then i met you.
And reading becomes my hobby again.
But it is different with you.
I came to love those complicated, hieroglyphics-almost codes that made up your personality.
I love how unpredictable you are. Like i'm reading a tragedy but in the end, turned out to be a comedy, or a sweet love story.
Nevertheless, everything you say and do, you never cease to amaze me.
I came to love reading...
You.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
I lost count of the sheep while waiting for sleepiness to take over.
I lost count of the seconds that tick by while waiting for your plane to take you home to me.
I lost count of my footprints on the sand while waiting for you to come follow me.
I lost count of the dandelion seeds i blew away to the fields while waiting for the wind to whisper to me those words from you,"i miss you."
I lost count of the days.
I lost count of the nights.
I lost count of the stars and stop wishing upon the moon.
I lost my sense of numbers.
Why did i still not lose my feelings for you?
Cause baby, the truth is...
I'm still hoping; not minding how long i will be waiting; that some day, you'll hold my hand and say those three words-i love you-to me.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
I'm in pain and it's all because of you.
I shouldn't have let you in my life in the first place.
I shouldn't have let you creep inside the barriers i've built all my life just to protect my self from this kind of feeling.
I shouldn't have let you own a space in my heart.
Because now, i do not know how can i survive a day without hearing your voice, seeing your smile, or have goosebumps whenever i see you steal a glance.
Because now i do not know how to fix that barrier, or i doubt if it will be strong enough to resists your every touch, your every stare, your very presence.
Finally because i don't know how to take back that space that you have claim, not forcefully, but so effortlessly that it surprise me how much of my self is willing to get hurt. Over and over again.
A repetitive process.
A series of nightmares.
Slowly break my heart, my dear, as it metamorphose into a million glass like liquid called tears.
Until all of the feelings i have for you hangs itself up in the air and be left stranded. Until it is all gone. Gone forever.
-This one's for you.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
*I have these two watches that i keep for so long. It both held the same time, when you and I first met.
That exact minute my eyes witnessed,
that rare of a beauty.
As how one galaxy collided with other galaxy to yield the most exquisite scenery of stars dancing and kissing each other.
Slowly...
Passionately...
I have kept these for two simple reasons.
First, as a reminder that we are existing in the same lifetime.
Last, so i will not forget that those watches, contain the time of two distant space.*
*** Just like us.***
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC