She was at the bottom of the ocean -
like a sunken city that no one bothered to look for.
She was found once by an amateur diver
But that diver can only settle with looking at her from afar -
For he neither knew how to dive deeper nor to explore further.

Meeting you
was the prologue
of a complicated story

Memories with you
were the chapters that developed
the "love" felt all throughout the story

Finding out
that you'd rather have my best friend than me
was the unexpected plot twist

Breaking up with you
was the epilogue of our story
that turned bittersweet.

You asking for a second chance
was an invitation
for a sequel

But my dear, I'd say no to that
For I cannot erase the period I placed
At the end of our story.

I don't know
what I'm feeling right now
but if loving you
meant riding the same roller coaster
way back then,

I'd gladly join you over and over again.

"You are my sunshine...my only sunshine"

"You make me happy when skies are gray"

"You'll never...know dear...how...much I... love you..."

He closed his eyes and I hugged him tight. He didn't hug me back.

"Please don't take my sunshine away"

"Envision yourself working in your own office."
"Envision yourself writing prescriptions for your patients."
"Envision yourself receiving a huge amount of money."
"Envision yours-"

She stopped mid-sentence and looked at me.

"I want you to dream high, my dear."

"Mom, I want to become a writer."
"No, being a doctor is better."
"But mom, I want to study literature, I want to publish b-"
"I said no."

Mom,
I know you wanted to become a doctor way back then  
but mom,
I have my own dreams too.

I can't imagine myself working inside hospitals
I can't imagine myself writing prescriptions
I can't imagine myself receiving a huge amount of money

but mom,

I can imagine myself working inside my own office,
I can imagine myself writing stories and not prescriptions
I can imagine myself starting with a small amount of money
but most of all,

I can imagine myself smiling despite these.

You told me to dream high,
and I'm sorry because
Mom, I failed.

I told myself not to dream high,
I told myself to dream deep.

I told myself to dream deep
and plant my dream in the deepest part of my heart
and make it grow -
that even my heart can attest that my dream was all I ever wanted.

My dream grew deeper
And the roots grew stronger

and I can tell,
Mom, I failed to dream high.