This movie has an unexpected plot twist. The lesson I got from this movie is that when you love someone, you accept him for who he was, is, and will be. Love should know no boundaries of age, financial status, and even gender. You marry a person with no buts, just love. 🎶🎶

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when you’re up late and your mom comes in your room

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Ready?

I’ll always be on guard. It’s time to leave the old wounds and let time heal everything. I’ll never settle for anyone less than you for the new me. I tell you, 22 years of heartaches and heartbreaks did not teach me nothing in love. Good luck finding me.

Warning: Long journey ahead.

It’s a long journey ahead.

I don’t know if I can make it, but—
I wish that I could.
I still want to do a lot.
I want to see the sunshine,
I want to feel the rain,
I want to be able to say that again, I’m okay.
However, I no longer want to feel love.
I no longer want to be loved.
I no longer want to love.
I am afraid of love.
For love, only entails as much pain for me.

From this day until only the hour and minute hands of the clock knows…
I’ll be reminiscing every moment of you and I until I no longer have any memory.
I’ll be writing down my feelings until I no longer feel any.
I’ll be crying out my tears until I no longer have any.
I’ll soon be smiling again, don’t worry.
But I’ll no longer be loving again, I’m sorry.

O K A Y

One day I’ll be able to say I’m okay. For real.

Next Time::Next Life

Do you even believe that people have 4 lives? Do you believer that we ever get reincarnated?

I do.

And I wish that in our next lives, we’d never meet. For this life’s pain is just too much for me to handle.

An open letter for you and the universe.

I might have a thousand—no, maybe even a million things to say. If only there had been a chance.  Yes, I had been admiring you closely yet been far with the thought of saying it.  We were friends— close friends. I didn’t say it because I wanted to keep the friendship. I did not want to disrupt the feelings you will have for anyone better who might come in your life. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for a lot of things. I’m sorry that I kept being a friend to you. I’m sorry for liking you and not being the perfect girl from your dreams. I’m sorry I did not have the courage to say anything. I’m sorry I’m a mess. I’m sorry for being me.

You found me out months ago and at that moment, you wouldn’t know how much I wanted to disintegrate and disappear. I did not like the way you made fun of what I felt. I wanted to cry that day. Until now, remembering that moment, I still want to cry. You made me feel so small and so unworthy of liking you. I felt stupid. I felt like a piece of shit. Still, I pretended to be okay.

You asked me what I liked about you. Here’s my answer: I liked everything about you. Your weirdness, your love for science, your voice, your smile, your wrist, your eyes, your love for your family, your kindness, your humor, your company, your bubbliness. Always know that you’re a wonderful person. Inside and out.

Ever noticed that I stopped talking to you? It’s because want to slowly disappear out of your sight and out of the universe that you and I have been co-existing in for the past years. After I felt how bad it is to be mocked for liking someone sincerely for the second, I’m sorry that I cannot talk to you now that same way I talked to you before. I’m sorry I can no longer be that friend who’ll listen to you when share your love for science and the galaxies. I’m so sorry.

I no longer want to make myself tangled up with your name. But we’re tied with a common friend, whom I do not want to disappoint. We’ve met a few weeks back and I want you to know that seeing you and forcing myself to respond to your small talks make me feel torture— like my heart’s getting pierced and pricked by a hundred tiny needles. Laugh all you want, I no longer care, but I’m sorry because that’s how I really feel.

Stop giving me the cards “Naalala lang kita” and “Kamusta ka na” because to be honest, I am far from being okay. And as hard as I can, I try to stop myself from overthinking that your statements mean something more than what they really do. I’m sorry that I only expressed and am still expressing my feelings through writing because this is the only way I know I can give you an answer you can truly understand.

I wish I could directly ask you, but I have no courage to do so, because I think and am confident that a ‘you and I’ happening has 0% chance of success. That’s how insecure I am. That’s how incompetent I feel.

I want to un-know you. I want to break free from all these and want to have a world anew— a world without you. Pwede ba yun, ____? Okay lang ba?

When you can’t have what you want

All you can and want to do is cry.
But you’re pretending to be strong.
Don’t let anyone see you weep.
Lull yourself to sleep.
Help yourself to get over a sad song.
For another thing you can do again is try.