Sometimes I am thinking what if you did not become my seatmate
What if I let myself drowned in my own belief of life and never encountered you anyway
Could it become less painful for me?
How you slapped on my face that I was nothing  
But here I am with nothing but a plead
Foolishly hope that it could be you and me
Lasted for more or less couple of years  
How could it made so restless and weak?

I guess poetry speaks to the immediate wound
The kind of wound that I myself never imagined to be my first genuine woe
Running through my mind's tunnel straight down to my heart
Both battling to win over from each other for quite a time now
But rightful enough to make me tough  
Prudent enough to thwart my bluff  
Grasping it as a part of life to be learned with might and thump.

Right now, I am just happy, satisfied enough of what we had
Even what we could have had and can  no longer have was the best thing I have never had  
For I know better now than the last time you left me hanging with just your cold breathing
This time as I open my heart of being loved than to only love
My heart feels warm and flying

Breeding hope that I could be happier than I used to be
Because finally I set myself free
Breaking free from you whom I never thought would teach me this thing, that thing;
That thing called “katangahan”.

As Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye would say,
I would also like to say to the person who never gave the love that I deserve,
“Thank you for stopping by.”