SINABI KO NA SA’YONG MAHAL KITA PARA MAGING SENSITIVE KA KAHIT PAPANO PERO ANONG GINAWA MO KINWENTUHAN MO PA AKO TUNGKOL SA TAONG GUSTO MO GANYAN KA BA KASADISTA
Months ago, it never did really cross my mind that I would even write you a letter like this. I’ve never really been good at words, or anything I guess at the least. But I am, please believe me, trying my best to work this out without ruining your mood.
To make someone happy, a person’s first instinct is to tell them stuff about flawlessness but here I am cutting the cliché. You are imperfect; we both are to be exact. Be angry at me for saying so, but let us just accept that fact. You aren’t the most attractive girl in the world. You don’t have the perfect color for a skin. You don’t have the nicest and most fragrant hair. You don’t even have the best diction and accent. You don’t have that most kissable lips or that kind of eyes where you’d be like “wow”.
You make mistakes, you’ve encountered failures—these are normal.
I can’t tell you that I think about you every second, every minute of every day. I can’t even tell you that you’re the one who gave me the widest smile or the most hysterical laugh. I can’t tell you that you’ve never made me mad. I can’t lie about being hurt due to some of your words and actions. There are times that you piss me off, times when I piss you off. There is nothing perfect about you, about me, or about us, if such a word exists. And that’s the thing. I’ve grown attached to those flaws. They were the things that kept me wide awake at night; the blemishes that kept me hanging. Maybe that’s why even if everything hurt, I’ve grown so much used to it that I can’t let go. I can’t forget.
Many people try hard their ugly parts that they don’t know that these are the things which make them unique and beautiful. They try so hard to be perfect that people around them can’t jive with the flow thinking that they must be perfect too to be with that person. That’s the thing about you; you don’t make me feel like that. You don’t make me feel out of place or like I need to rise up to your level. Your flaws made you perfect.
But as much as every one of us would want this the other way around, I can’t love you forever; for forever is a big word and is a complete contrast of the permanence of change. But I know, I will love you and care for you in any way and the longest that I can.
Even if you can’t love me back.
One of the things that hurt the most is telling your feelings to the one you like and they tell you that it’s okay, that nothing will change and you’d still be friends; then they continue to tell you their stories of how they got butterflies from another person, which is not you.
For I have loved you with more than I can give
That it hurt more than it can actually seem.
But should I not fret and or even plead
‘Cause nothing is inconsistent as love can be
And soon enough I won’t be thinking about you and me
The collapsing of our two limbs sent me aghast. She did it again, and there was her playful laugh like the last time. I felt my knees weaken. I touch my limbs and after that, all i could do was stare blankly at the floor.
I just realized I posted the text on the wrong blog when someone liked it. ._____.
I am completely numb from all this nuisance. She has not texted me for like already 6 days. And my big big crush in the dormitory left for the weekend. This weekend is completely going to suck if she doesn’t send a text msg throughout the day. Srsly.
With the warm sunlight that cast upon her face,
She was awakened from her slumber craze.
Her eyes were puffy from all the crying
Because of words that held her like pins
And on that day, she woke up with emptiness;
Nothing but a barren hole inside her chest.