Broken

What pierce the heart most are not the hurtful words said but the happy memories we once shared,the sweet promises that wont ever come to fruition, and the dreams that will forever remain as dreams..

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Flight of Fancy

What’s running in my mind?

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What images do I see in my head?

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What do I feel in my heart?

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I’m thinking of you and me — together…

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Sunny and bright days, laughing, running around in meadows of fresh green grass.

You’re running ahead of me and I’m trying to keep up with your pace. I realize I’m a terrible runner but I can clearly tell that you don’t actually mind, and it’s not a bad thing.

You’re stopping from your tracks, looking back at me — waiting… And because I am taking a little bit longer, you decide to just run back towards me, your arms wide open, ready to envelope me in a very tight hug.

I am not going to refuse, because I’ve been dying to feel it. And so you will embrace me, which will make me stop from running and I will giggle while I catch my breath, taking in some air and breathing it out.

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Then your hands are slowly cupping my face and you’re planting a kiss on my lips—moist, warm, and very much full of love… Yes, I can taste it… The love in your kiss, so strong yet calming and assuring all at the same time. And I’m gladly kissing you back, slow and sure, trying to let the love be released in my kiss as well. And we would just feel every strand of that love, undeniably there… Even rainbows could not match up with its beauty—the beauty of our love.

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You and I—oh, how wonderful!

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I’m meeting your gaze, your eyes searching mine…and I’m getting lost in yours, trying to capture every reflection to get a glimpse of how you look at me.

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Do you find me beautiful? Because in my sight, beauty is not enough to describe how I see you…

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My heart’s beating loudly, I’m sure you can hear it! Can you hear it as it shouts your name? Your name tastes sweet on my lips and I love speaking it over and over..

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On cloudy or rainy days, I see us sharing a hot cup of coffee, or perhaps tea (‘coz you love tea), and we both listen to raindrops as they fall above the rooftop, and we’re snuggling next to each other… Our couch seems to be a little crowded for the both of us, but that’s how we like it. Just an exact fit. Just like you and I, an exact fit for each other.

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And then you’re grabbing my hand and pulling me outside the yard. And we’re starting to play under the rain. Screw the mud! Screw the wet floor! We’re loving the rain and you’re starting to dance, and you’re teaching me a little because I don’t know how to. I am laughing uncontrollably. You look so wonderful… So wonderful…

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And then under the rain, with all my heart, I am shouting how much I love you! You’re smiling back and you’re shouting even louder of how much you love me.

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And then we don’t care about everything else…

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Yeah, that’s what’s running in my thoughts…

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Hear Me Out

Just let me say this.

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Is there gonna be a time

that when I look into your eyes

you would freely give

yourself away—to me?

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Nothing to cloud your thoughts.

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Nothing to shield your feelings from me.

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Because

I am not here

to hurt you.

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But it seems I am…

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We’re good for each other,

and bad for each other,

because

inasmuch as we make each other happy,

we hurt each other, too…

 

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Hello, you.

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I heard you’re getting married. Just saw a random pre-wedding picture of you and her.

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You seemed happy. Her skin glowed against the last rays of light from the sunset… And she seemed happy,too…

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Several years ago, it was what we planned — to be wed… But now, you’ll be wed to someone else. Someone who’s not me.

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The sunset? It was part of it, too. You knew how I love sunsets…

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I can still remember the way you whispered in my ear that you’ll marry me under a sunset…

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It’s ironic that I am looking at a very new photograph and yet it seems like it’s all too familiar, which makes me feel nostalgic and melancholic at the same time…

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But…

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Why am I even writing this in the first place?

Do Not Say You Love Me If You Think You’ll Change Your Mind

Got into me, had to share. 🙂

The Fickle Heartbeat

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A beautiful feature post by Single Strides.

Love has been taken for granted. We flaunt it and we damage it on so many more platforms than our hearts. We let the words fall off of our tongues and explode hearts like bombs, but then we try to sweep it under the rug and ignore the permanent mess that it has made.

We take it as seriously as we take traffic rules, but we don’t realize the risk we’re taking with others’ lives. We pretend and live as actors in a scene that is bound to break at intermission. But don’t you want your happy ending?

We go through relationships just to pass the time. We date around just for the hell of it. We sleep around just for fun. We marry and we divorce. We scatter broken hearts across the world and leave it to others to clean up…

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I’m Living Proof That Constant Nagging Will Ruin Your Child’s Future Relationships

Note To Self

Thought Catalog

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If the Olympic games offered nagging as a competitive sport, my mother would take the gold, silver and bronze. In fact, if there were a lifetime achievement award for this time-honed skill, I’m sure she’d snag that too because no one deserves the title, ‘Nag of the Century’ quite like my mom does. When it comes to nagging—the polar opposite of effective communication — she’s the CEO of the entire operation.

My earliest and sharpest memory of her screeching, harpy nagging ability took place in a Japanese restaurant in New York City. Those were the days when chic urban sushi places didn’t exist and Japanese restaurants were these very quiet, dark, elegant places where patrons tried the exotic dishes of the day, none of which were served raw. Still, the vibe of the place was stoic; soft koto music in the background, kimono-clad wait staff and that…

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Rainy Twentieth of August

~Reblogging from Facebook, August 20, 2013~

I will not be a hypocrite and must admit that there were times that I hated the rainy days.

I hate it when I’m on the road and the skies suddenly decide to do an ambush attack.

I hate it when I’m still inside the office and just 5-10 minutes before the end of office hours, gazillion giant raindrops would do their merry-making. Talk about perfect timing, huh? And oftentimes, I mull over the fact that I have to dip my feet in the cold, dirty water that has flooded the streets. I do mind the organisms lurking and swimming freely in the flood but I am left with no choice but to walk in it lest I will not be able to go home. Plus the traffic! Geeez!

But today, with this kind of weather, I had the chance to ponder. Not all day, the heavens were raging. There were these “quiet moments” wherein I appreciated the sound of raindrops. Each drop had its own tone, each had its own volume, its own intensity and dynamics…

Could it be….? I thought to myself…

Could it really be that this is heaven’s or nature’s way of worshipping God or exalting His name or making music for Him?…

Could it be that we do not recognize it as such because we, humans, speak a different language, and have polluted the home that was entrusted to us that’s why it cannot process and respond “rightly ” in the present time as it did a hundred or a thousand years ago?

All along we have blamed the storms and the rains, when we should have pointed our fingers towards us. Why these calamities? Why these floods? Why those lives lost?

We kept on questioning when all these time, we carry the answers right within us…

On the other hand, I admire the rain… It has always been consistent.

How I pray I could always worship like that, if that’s really one of the things it does—

free-flowing,
unabashed,
totally abandoned,
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GENUINE…

Losing my mind, you say?

Perhaps..?
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Perhaps not.

Memory Gush

That sudden warm gush of memories…

Held hands under the table…

That peck on your cheek that makes you smile years after it has been given..

A song sung and dedicated to you..

The feeling of being special to someone even without words being spoken..

Those moments…

Even after years have passed, it still makes you smile..

And somehow, it makes you whole…