I dreamed of traveling alone.
Booking hotels in the middle of the night,
Emptying out the piggy bank I've used since I was 9,
Packing only 4 pairs of clothes,
And buying a one-way ticket to somewhere.

I dreamed of traveling alone.
Seeing the beauty of each city, of each town, of each country.
Trying out food I've never heard before,
Dancing in the streets with the locals,
And learning the language used in my destination.

I dreamed of traveling alone.
Now I'm in the middle of a street I can't pronounce,
In the 18th city on my diary,
watching people go on with their lives.
I find them so fascinating that I could watch them all day.

But I have to go,
Move on to my next pinned place.
My heart is filled with happiness,
my mind is enchanted with how precious everything is.

I dreamed of traveling alone.
Now I am living my dream,
And I hope this goes on.

I wrote a song about you.
A song with a melody as soothing as your hugs and lyrics as enchanting as your smile.
*But you pressed next as soon as you heard the intro.

It's going to get better.
I whisper to myself as I drown myself in caffeine.
It's going to get better
I imagine stamping it on my forehead so I won't forget.
It's going to get better
I repeat once more.
It's going to get better
Maybe if I keep saying, it would eventually come true.
It's going to get better
*I know it will.

Don't tell me* I'm a *masterpiece when you seek more galleries.
Don't tell me I'm your light when you have a pocket full of matches.
Don't tell me I'm your star when you explore galaxies.
Don't tell me I'm your song when you hum a lot of melodies.
Don't tell me to stay when you're running with another.
Don't tell me I'm yours when you're not mine at all.

She loved you.*
She loved you more than she loved herself.
She chose to spend time with you even if that meant not spending time with her friends and family.
Even when she had deadlines to catch, she would still find time to talk to you.
She was willing to give everything just to please you.
She did everything she could because she thought you loved her as much as she loved you.

But when the world was harsh and cruel, she was left alone.
You left when she needed you the most.
You used her flaws against her.
You looked beyond her to suffice the wants you said you needed.
Suddenly everything was her fault, at least that's what you told her.
And somehow even when she tried so hard not to lose you, she wasn't enough for you.

When you left, she fell apart.
She couldn't do anything but cry herself to sleep.
Yet she couldn't sleep because sleeping meant dreaming of you.
Knots twisted in her stomach with every memory of you that she couldn't eat well.
And when she wasn't thinking of you, she was thinking of her insecurities and how she wasn't good enough.

Months passed and she's beginning to be herself again.
She found happiness in her family and friends.
It was her life and that no one should make her feel miserable like that.
For once in a very long time, she felt alive again.
She realized that you came into her life to serve as a lesson.

Yes, she loved you.*
But now, she's choosing to love her life and the beauty it holds.

I've been thinking about the best feeling in the world.

Maybe it was how you walk towards me smiling whenever you catch me reading a book at the dock behind my house.
Maybe it was how you pick me up and spin me around like no one's watching every time we see each other.
Maybe it was how you sweep your thumb on the back of my palm back and forth whenever our hands intertwine.
Maybe it was the way you hug me so tight and my face gets buried on your chest that I could smell your perfume and it was stuck to me till I go home.
Maybe it was how your eyes were fixed on me that one time we decided to pack our bags and drive to nowhere.
Maybe it was how your hands explore my back as our lips explore each other.
Maybe it was how you hug me from the back whenever I turn my back on you because I was crying and I didn't want you to see me like that.

I've been thinking about the best feeling in the world and I know now.
It's you.
It's the feeling when I'm with you.
My heart beats twice as fast for you.
Oh darling, it's you and the feelings in between.

In the midst of my coming of age,
I lost myself.
What was once a one-way street is now a crossroad in the heart of the fields.
24 eyes staring at me from all directions,
waiting for my next step,
I'm waiting for my next step.
There are no signs of where the paths will go
nor signs of how much miles the road was
but I'm letting my heart take the lead.
For in the midst of the trip or maybe at the end of the road I know,
I will find myself again.

Smitten, oh those ethereal glow
I wonder, where will you go?
Dances softly
Such mysterious beauty.
Swallowed, deep into the woods,
I followed.
Slowly by the minute your light faded.
My love remained,
such fleeting moment.
"Please come back", I murmured.
Lost, confused, emotions profused.
Save me from this sorrow,
I am dying in this burrow.

The night hasn’t reached its turnover,
Moon’s still up there, waiting for deceit—I look over
And here I am thinking about you.

I think about how I could always turn to you
During these hours that I feel empty
And you’re the only one who’d unravel me.

I think about your understanding that felt so right
And here I am, so wrong, but you’d still fight—
And I almost forgot how I was before you.

I think about that magic of how you make me smile
And carelessly be myself and do crazy for awhile
And I almost forgot how to bring that smile back again.

I think about all the tears you’re not suppose to see,
And feel and hear the pain people put me through,
And I almost forgot to think you did for once, too.

Moon’s still up, sprinkled stars all over this majestic skies,
And my train of thoughts are all about you,
And how we could turn all these back, for a second or two.

I thought about you, about me, about us—our friendship, love and trust
I’d rather think about how happy we were—than see and think how “us”, fell apart.
I’d rather think about how happy I am now—but don’t worry you were still a part.

Well then maybe, I miss you—fragments of you, me, and us
I miss those little times—little pieces of you in me
Or maybe, I happen to miss the old me to believe what is now; to happen and see.