No title, Just You and I

 

 

“Not that big. But it hurts a lot. Not that much. But a lot.

But I’m so grateful that I have you.”

 

 

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08|13|2018

Everything was cluttered and my 24/7 was a robotic routine. Then I woke up one morning having a conversation with someone whom I would love for the next days of my crazy life.

I would be honest. I am enjoying what we have. It’s not that perfect, not every inch of it is a happy conversation; we’re starting to have arguments, and I don’t like what I feel, what I have felt, and to think of what I would feel.. But I like the idea of having arguments and silly conversations. It feels like growth.

Well in fact, yesterday, was one of those days.

I started to overthink.

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Thinking that I might be a little bit too much (that I don’t talk too much). That if I do, I might over say it, and hurt both of us.

 We have a lot of differences. I agree.

 

The Introvert meets The Extrovert.

 

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I know and I was expecting little clashes and thunderstorms with our relationship because of those differences. I was surprised tho. That you were more aggressive on asking questions  how we could work things out. And I appreciate that. It’s like telling me you love me more than how I behave towards silly stuff.

Silly stuff. When I start to create a trivial argument about you and your friends. Haha classic. I ran it like it’s a joke but yeah, I’m human. I get jealous too. I know you love and care for your friends, but you just have to love and care for me more. Or when those multi-colored hair characters start to dance on your screen and you seem to forget that I exist. Silly, but true. And I just thought, maybe it was just me.

But it hurts a lot when you seem not to listen and hear me talk about how rough my day was.. that I left my spoon and fork at home, that I’m having a hard time dealing with my fats, that I’m starting toasdfghjkl……………

Not that big. But it hurts a lot.

Not that much. But a lot.   

And I’m sorry for being childish. I feel like a 26-year old kid. (haha)

Regardless of my silly thoughts, I am so grateful that I have you. 

 

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It’s almost a year since we started to count stars at night. Listen to raindrops and growling thunderstorms. We earned another year on our age. We celebrated the day of the fat guy in red who flies at night, and here we are. Another months to spend.

I hope by this time, I am more carefree. Carefree enough to tell you how I really feel.

So I could tell you what I like and what I don’t. So I could tell you how I feel. And how important you are to me. That sometimes, a simple hug could actually make me feel better. That a simple pat on my head could take away the bad mood I have on a certain day. That you are my fluffy bear and nothing would ever change that.

 

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That you are my cookies, my coffee and my tea..

 

That I love you more than you know.

 

And I will love you, and wouldn’t stop until the moon say so.

🙂

It’s a  rainy 7:47 in the morning of August 13, 2018.

Yeah, this was supposed to be future dated (next year). But I realized that if you want to say something, you have to do it now because tomorrow is never a promise. But we are all hopeful that it will be kept. 

 

And I’m looking forward for another year.. and another year, and another year after that…until the sun becomes a white dwarf star. ❤ 

P.S.

-Dapat hindi na kasali ‘tong picture na ‘to. Haha Pero gustong gusto ko talaga isali. Haha 😛  ❤ ❤ ❤ 🙂 peace! 

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Edited|With a HeART|

I love you. 

Madami.

Sobra. 🙂

 

 

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Naalala ko ang malagim na gabi kung saan sinalo ako ng mga chicharon ni Camille (Mercy’s Chicharoom, machalapp haha) nang mahulog ako pababa ng UV. Pero muli kong napatunayan na may mabubuting nilalang pa sa mundong ibabaw bukod sa mga nagmamahal sa atin. Thanks man! (Wala ng masyadong stress sa isang gabing bayani baka may magtampo haha)

Eh yun na nga. Buhay naman ako. Wala na ang mga galos at sugat. Wala na rin ang mga pasa.

Minsan may mga pangyayari sa buhay na hindi natin inaasahan.

 

Madadapa. Mahuhulog.

Nang hindi mo namamalayan.

Masakit. Madiin.

Sa una makikita mo lang ang sugat.

Pero habang tumatagal nararamdaman mo na unti unting binabalot ng sakit ang mga sugat. Na kahit anong gamot ang ilagay mo, para kang dinudurog.

Pero sabi nila, pinapagaling ng panahon ang lahat.

 

At kasabay ng paggaling ng mga sugat mo, unti unti kang natututo. Na hindi lang naman sakit at peklat ang dala ng mga galos.

Minsan sa likod ng mga sugat, ay ang mga taong patuloy na nagpapangiti ng ating mga labi.

 

Yung pamilya mo.

Kaibigan.

Minsan stranger.

Minsan mataba. 🙂 ❤ 😛

 

-ayy landeee :*

9.8 m/s2|V

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Sa taludtod ng aking mga tula

Na walang sawang umiintindi ng aking mga salita

Na minsan kahit hindi na maintindihan

Na minsan parang naglalakad sa kawalan

Taludtod ko, ikaw ay patuloy na yayakapin

At hindi magsasawang sabihin

Na ika’y mahal at di mapapagod mahalin

Dahil sa malungkot na kalangitan, ikaw ang mga bituin

Sa taludtod ng aking mga tula

Ikaw ang “A” hanggang “Ya” sa aking Abakada

Ikaw na mga letra na naglalaro sa aking isipan

Parang isang talata na nanggagaling sa kalawakan

Madalas ikaw ay isang pangungusap

Minsan naman ay isang tanong, isang palaisipan

Na nagiging numero..

Parang mga petsa sa bawat linggo

Parang mga buwan na nagdadaan sa kalendaryo

Sa taludtod ng aking mga tula

Bago ko ipikit ang aking mga mata

Nais sabihing mahal kita

Ipunin natin ang mga Enero hanggang pagtanda. 🙂

-Ayy malandiii haha 😛

Tulog naaaaaaaaaaaaa ❤

“She needed a hero, so she became one.”

|Someone’s tattoo| 

 

Everyone needs a hero.

It’s not the cape-type hero but at least someone who would be there

when you need someone.

 

Someone who would listen,

not just to your sentiments

but to your endless stories about the ice cream you spilled last night,

 

the bag you ripped yesterday,

the text message you’ve sent,

the jungle-like work you have,

 

your favorite color…

 

your scars…

 

your teeth.

 

Anything under the sun.

 

 

 

Someone who would listen.

 

You know he or she would be there.

 

To lift you up when no one else does.

 

 

 

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Thank you for being one! I love you.  🙂

 

Little things

Odd to think and I have to say I’d always wonder how little things could make us ponder.. then make us forget. Could keep us awake all night.. then sing us a lullaby in the morning. Could make our hearts pound so fast.. or it could make it stop.

Little things that could make people happy, feel loved and alive.

Little things that could make people sad, feel unloved and cry.

I guess that’s how magical little things work with our lives. It simply reminds us how vulnerable we are from things that make us human.. things that make us whole and empty.. sane and crazy.. things that give us happiness and pain.. memories and change..

But the most important is.. is the thought of having a strand of chance that things would work.. the thought that at the end of the day everything will be okay.

..the thought that little things will keep us going because it’s never a crime to feel in such way.

To one of my little things na busy-ing busy sa series niya. 😭😂😂 Kumain ka na ba? Wala ka na namang T-shirt!

Bati na tayo ha.

Huwag mong kakalimutan na mahal kita.

Madami.

Sobra.

🎄🍄🎆🍄💗🍄📚🍄⛪🍄🌻🍄…

 

“Ang Pag-ibig raw ay ang pagbibigay ng karapatan at kalayaan na saktan ka, pero tiwala kang hinding hindi niya sa’yo magagawa.”

 

 

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Isa pa ring palaisipan sa isip kong magulo

Kung paano at bakit ako sumagot ng Oo

Kung paano at bakit hinayaang hawakan ang mga kamay ko

Isang palaisipang hahayaang sagutin ng panahon

Mga tanong at sagot na hinatid ng mga pagkakataon

Ikaw na taludtod ng aking mga tula

Hindi matatawaran ang paghintay ng labis at pagtugon sa mga tala

 

Naaalala mo pa ba?

Ang paghawak sa kamay dahil takot sa pagtawid ang aking mga paa

Na hanggang ngayon, ikaw pa rin ang gustong makasama

Sa bawat pagbagtas ng mga puting linya, kahit ito’y kumupas pa

At sa pagsindi ng pulang ilaw, ay hudyat ng mahigpit na hawak sa kamay na lubos na  nagtitiwala

 

Naaalala mo pa ba?

Ang malaking bilog na tila puno ng hagdan

Na kapag umikot, unti unti kang ilalapit sa kalangitan

Ako’y isang batang natupad ang munting hiling

Pero sa isipan ko’y, iyon ay gumitling

 

Naaalala mo pa ba?

Nang kamay ko’y hawakan, sa isang tahimik na hardin

At ang mga mata mong nagtatanong sa dilim

Kung ano, paano at saan patutungo

At ngiti lamang ang siyang naisagot

Katumbas ng isang Oo at ang patuloy na paghawak sa kamay

Patawid sa mga linyang samo’t sari ang taglay

 

Kaya huwag magtanong, mag-isip at mabigla

Kung bakit binabagtas ng mag-isa ang kahabaan ng Evangelista

Yun ay para simpleng ipaalala sa’yo

Ang ngiting isinagot na ang ibig sabihin ay Mahal Kita.

 

 

P.S.

Ang T-shirt mo po. Huwag kalimutan.

 

|9.8 m/s2|Vincent|

|Madami|

|Sobra|