Wednesday, October 05, 2011

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It was a beautiful Wednesday morning. He knocked at my door wearing his favorite #5 purple jersey that, he says, he only wears when his favorite game is on. 

Looking neat and his hair has grown since the last time I saw him. No moustache again, so he pretty much looks like 5 years younger than me. I opened the door. He greeted me with a short, Hi. I replied a smile. Who needs words in moments like these? He’s here. That’s what’s important, he’s here. 

We went inside; he gave me a bag of my favorite chocolates. Glad that it wasn’t candy this time. We walked and still no words are uttered… it’s like those scenes in silly chick flicks with violin serenades on the background, too dangerous to fill words this perfect scene.

We continued walking, our feet bringing us to the bedroom… No, we won’t make a scene. The next scene should go this way I would lie in bed. He would browse through my laptop and tell me, it’s too “girly” to break the silence in between. I will smile and ask, “Don’t you like it?” He will smile back.

But this time, he didn’t. After I lie on my bed, he went beside me, wrapped his arms around me. It’s all silence again. Now it’s my turn to break the ice. This silence is reaching zero degrees. But before I said a word, I heard a very familiar song… “party like… Party like it's the end of the world… We gonna party like, like it's 2012.” My daily alarm was singing. Grabbed it and tapped dismiss. When I look back, he was gone. Found a message on my phone, “I can’t come.”

Tinkerbell: You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you.

Love, now and always,

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Monday, October 03, 2011

To Him, Who must not read...

I'm not good in showing people that I care about them. Sometimes, I even try to do the opposite of things to test and see how that person cares for me too. I create a really thick wall between me and others to know who is brave enough to break, to use a ladder to climb or to simply jump off that wall. 

In this world where everyone can be your friend, blame it all to social networks, who is real? Good friends who's been with me through the years I know are true. But what about the new ones? What about people who I just met? What about this someone introduced to me? Where does this person fit: FRIENemy? Friend? Person I just met a couple of times and cupidified my heart? Person who doesn't want to be friends with me? or is it.... Person I want to be friends with because I'm in love with him. 

I'm not good in showing people my emotions. But when I do, Believe me... It's BIGBANG, BOOMBASTIC, and BLOCKBUSTER--That, I'm about to do now...

Remember that guy I told you the other night? I think I don't have to tell him that I love him because if he was really in love too, he would have felt that every move I made leads to him... 

Tell me why I reply to all his messages just so he could reply again.
Tell me why I hate smiley replies but when he did, it was fine.
Tell me why I stay up so late when he's still awake.
Tell me why I stalk him on Facebook and why I waste my time reading updates that don't even make sense to me.
Tell me why I always want to wear the same color of his shirt.
Tell me why I stayed in a freaking hot Jacuzzi just to be with him when I tend to find shade when sun shines.
Tell me why I made myself watch a silly show just because he is watching it too.
Tell me why when he promised something and broke it, I can still believe to his  promises, over and over again.
Tell me why he is the last thing on my mind and the first thought in my mornings.
Tell me why in every rule, I found an exception--Him.
Tell me why when he doesn't find the RIGHT girl, I'm waiting, always waiting, at his LEFT.

Love, now and always,

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