Bundak uwan
Di man ikaw ang gipangandoy
Sa kadaghanan
Bundak pa, ibundak tanan.

Hilak pa
Di man tanan kasabut
Kung mao na imung kinahanglan
Sa wa'y pagduha-duha,
Ihilak na.

Ikaw at ako
Tayo
Meron bang ganun?
Oo, sabi mo
Isipin natin ang tayo
Isipin natin kung ano ang
Nangyari at mangyayari pa
Isipin natin
Hindi ang ating sarili kundi..
Tayo
Meron bang ganun?
Oo, sabi ko
Sa tuwing magkatugma ang ating mga mata
Iyo’y kumikislap, sinasabing
Oo, tayo talaga
Magkadikit ang mga kamay
Doon ako’y tila nalulusaw
Sa init ng mga palad ****
Aking naging tahanan na
Sa tingin ko ba meron talaga?
Oo, sabi ko.
Hindi ka maiiwan
Hindi kita iiwan
Hindi kita kayang iwan.
Hanggang sa huli,
Tayo.
Oo, pero nawala ka
Iniwan ako sa ere
Ganun naman talaga
Nagsimula ang mga
Sakit ng nakaraan,
Akala ko'y kaya kong
Pahilumin ang sakit ng
Mga pag-ibig ****
Noon iniwan ka
At babalikan **** muli
Balikan mo akong muli
Na parang wala
Tayo ulit
Tayo na
Tayo pa
Masakit.
Asahan **** andito parin
Hindi ko iisipin ang ako
Kundi
Tayo.
Masakit.
Paano ba bumitaw?
Kung nakalimutan ko ng isipin
Ang sarili
Dahil nga,
Tayo di ba?
Paano ba maging tayo?
Hanggang ngayo'y
Wala ka pa.

No. That's not what I wanted you to hear.
That's what I said because I wanted to hear from you
the words you'd never say if I had said the right words.

I've missed you. I can't write metaphors about it, I've written your memories into different poems I've made and there's nothing left to write. There's nothing left to reminisce. Nothing left to think.

There is nothing left but missing you. So bad.

But if the stars would realign themselves to make way for a possibility that can only be possible in my dreams..

But if time would turn back around to when I first held into that moment when I saw your lips curve into a smile..

But if letters would do justice to how I feel whenever I remember a beautiful creature, a diamond in the rough, an unspoken wonder full..

But if it happens, and the heavens would say yes to a destiny full of me and you and every single possibility in between..

.. You know I'd take that. I'll always be wanting to take that.

They kept on telling me it wasn't love. It was something, but it wasn't love. But what do they know? They weren't the one who lived inside this body that kept on getting fired up every time you laid your eyes on mine. They weren't the one who got to feel those tingling electricity every time your hands touched mine. They weren't that girl who died a little bit every day after you said goodbye. No, they only told me it wasn't love because they never know. Oh how it feels like, hot and cold mixed up, good and bad, everything nice and then so so bad.

But maybe I do not know at all what love is and so I thought it was. No, it wasn't love after all. It was something that paints smile on my face every time.

And so I found myself staring at a picture that had your face. I wonder how you are. Merry Christmas, by the way. Do you still remember me and all that I was to you? I do. I remember all you are to me. The glances, the smiles, the whispers, the you and me sitting on a swing. It was morning full of hope, just as I was.

I remember the letter. Do you remember the last part? I hope you'll make it through like how people get through the night til come daylight, another day will come, another hope. Another swing to sit on. You staring at me as I at you. Hey, all I want for Christmas? Us..

But a want is not necessarily something to behold. I'll keep staring at this face that is you. I'll keep your photograph and your words until then. But until then I'll be thinking, you're another promise broken.

How is it that you’d ask me not to forget to meet you halfway and forget about it? Does your mind ever wander or your voice ever whisper through the winds or your heart ever wish in every shooting star about this -- about us -- the way mine does

every.
single.
time.

For you?

If I could count all the tears shed and all the hours I’ve skipped sleep and those times when I’m drowned on songs and verses and memories all because of this that I have,

For you?

You'd know the depth of how much you have an effect on me.

If only I could write word after word until our worlds meet and collide so beautifully again, I’d write how my heart aches and crushes and hurts.

How is it that you said you’ll wait and left me here waiting? And yet I’m still here waiting,

For you, Topaz.