You were something...
A coincidence that I never knew I would cross path with

I was used to a 2 week interaction.
A limited interaction to someone I dont personally know.

It was the consistency that I was afraid I might not be able to give.
The kind of attention that I'm not able to share other than my work


hmm I haven't written anything like this for the past years
Maybe cos I haven't met you? Although I write but not something of this matter.

I've had my share of doubts and assumptions to people.
I always expected every worst possible outcome.
I play mind games and I also tried to manipulate how people should see or think of me.

But it seems like destiny was trying to catch our attention
Tracing our taken path and enchanting us to connect


Heck, I was a firm believer that love was all about sudden connections. Sparks they say..
That never ending butterflies in your stomach that tends to do backflips and even perform a circus inside.

It was more on a calm storm heading my way. It was the comfort, attention, patience and consistency

Mine doesn't do the backflips but it sure make you feel high on adrenaline
It doesnt do circus and chaotic performance; it provides comfort and peace of mind


You were not how I pictured my love would be... but you provided me a best version of how it should be.


Happy first love. 💕

Worrried and lonely that's 2
S.E.E.N that's 4
Five years and that's 5

2:45
why?
Was that a no?

A love so serene that seemed accidental but was never one.

Happy 2nd babe. I love you.

Consistency was unexpected.

"Are you happy?"

How do I equate that?

Do I include;
contentment?
faith?
pain?
belongingness?
peace of mind?


or even Love?

Ugh. I guess.

"Yes, I am."

I still don't know what equates it but for everyone's satisfaction, "I am happy".

When "goodnight" for you was an escape.

I get the feeling why everyone wanted this.
It is an addictive drug that one would miss.
A definite excuse to be someone you're not.
A mere excuse to really be out of your comfort.
It is really something that everyone really longs for.
It has been and always will be.

I have not really thought on how I ended up with the feeling.
A soothing, calming and uneasy ecstacy that's cripping in.
I may be falling.
It's addictive.
It's comforting.
It's something.



I may be falling and I'm trying to fall further into the pit.

Rainy Tuesday afternoon
Me, a stranger
in a place, overshadowed by new mates.
Annoyance of mine was present.

                                                       ­             I hate changes
                                                         ­           I had a slow pace of coping up
                                                              ­      I linger to what I'm used to
                                                              ­      I was just sad. I know.

I walked out of the room.
Saw familiar faces
Then saw you,
I smiled, do you remember?

                                                      ­             * It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon
                                                       ­             Water droplets were music
                                                           ­         I was new
                                                             ­       Then got to know you.

The thought of death,
and how every story ends.

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Your eyes told me of how happy that made you.

Happy birthday, babe. I love you.

You made my day.
Just like how God leads the way.