She's the kind of girl who asks,
"What if it doesn't work?"

And he's the kind of guy who says,
"What if it does?"

After all the poems she read about love, and all the poems she wrote telling people about what they deserve; she was still defeated.
She still lost, as we all had.

Because the love we deserve may not deserve us, *but it will still have us regardless.

You see, the hardest thing to endure when you lose someone is not the part where you see him walking away or running even; it's not her shutting the door closed or shouting at you begging to let her go. If anything else, I think that's the end of it.

For the longest time, I thought one only loses someone when they finally got away from each other. Who could've thought that even if we're centimeters apart, and even if my arms are wrapped around you... I still lost you.

I still recall the first time I lost you.

I lost you the moment I looked into your eyes expecting them to shine but all I got were empty glances. The reflection I saw was not at all about me, it's you I see, and I see you're not happy. I lost you the moment I asked about your plans and you kept talking about how you wanted to see the world and make a difference and not even once did you use the word "we". I lost you the moment I tried to write you letters only to find them underneath your pillowcase, sealed, unopened, unread.

I lose you every time I try to gain you back and the hardest thing about losing someone who forced themselves to stay... *is continuously losing them every day.

I hope you find the love you deserve -
The kind of love that makes every atom in your body feel adored, the kind of love that makes life worth living, the kind of love that greets you good morning and always awake; and kisses you good night but never sleeps, the kind of love that makes you enjoy the rain and dance under the stars never worrying about catching a cold because this kind of love also provides you warmth. I hope you find love, and if it's taking too long... I hope it finds you.

You gave me life
Only to **** me again

I guess death is not the lack of life; it's living for someone else's eyes
only to find out they weren't looking

Humans are angels
who were prohibited to leave

They are angels
who fell toward the earth
only to keep on falling
toward someone else

They are angels
who were tasked to stay
maybe for a purpose
or for a role
or sometimes
only for a while

But be cautious
because as soon as they get attached to someone;
their wings start to grow

before you even blink
they've already flown

That line you see where the sky and the sea meets is the exact same line that separates them

I am the sea
You are the sky
Love is our horizon