You must be tired, son.
I know what you're thinking.
You may think of giving up.
But son, remember the things.
That make you stand up until today.
Those things you were fighting for.
That make you survive these hardships.
Remember all the words I said.
Remember all the things I taught you.
Right before I let you off my care.
You may sometimes lose you way.
But son, I let you go on your own.
Not because I'm tired of taking care of you.
But because I know that you're ready.
To stand on your own.
I'm always right here for you, son.

-Dad

O sinta kong kaibig-ibig,
Sa isip ko'y di ka mawaglit.
Pagka't ikaw ang tanging iniibig,
Nang puso kong hindi matigil.
Nais kong masulyapan muli,
Mga matatamis **** ngiti,
At mga mata **** nakapu-pukaw ng pansin.
Sana'y iyong pagbigyan ang aking hiling.
Nang sa gayo'y aking puso'y,
Mapayapa nang muli.

Hi,

It's been a year when we parted ways.
You still shines like an angel.
Though my voice can't reach you anymore.
Still, I hope that you're doing fine.
I'm sorry for all the trouble I got you into.
My mistakes that makes you sad.
And I know he's taking care of you.
It is better this way now.
Seeing you happy from afar.
Knowing that you shine brighter when you're  with him.

Best Regards,
Your ex-lover

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.