It's been months since the last time we saw each other. I'm stuck inside our house, feeling contented of our chats and late night conversations. Some days, we fought over small things, and most of it, we enjoy our company together. At least, that is how I figured it out.
I wish this would last.
I want to laugh and love with you up until the sun will be seen in the east. But then I realized, you are my moon, and as long as you are there---sitting plainly in my own night sky, it is okay not to have the sun for the rest of my life.
There are days when I overthink, if not too much, just enough for me to suffer for an hour or two.
I overthink about the things we could have been if we never said our confusing feelings. I overthink the kind of person you could have been without me.
I am afraid that you will choose to forget me one day. I am afraid you will lose me, you will lose me in the process.
Loving you is not as risky as jumping off a 700-meter cliff, but to love you more each day is.
And every time I think about all the fears inside my head, I wish my mind would leave me.
Every time I think about all the fears inside my head, you will always come out alive, smiling. There is you.
And on this very day, when I open the door, there is really you.
I made this the first time we saw each other this year. I was from my Rizal class when I came to our office. My heart is racing faster, and when I was about to open the door, you were there, smiling. My heart still flutters every time I think that very moment.