A sweet and romantic affinity with you. We also have been through plenty of fights. Some are silly and pointless arguments. Others are a heartbreaking one. But as we both know because of these fights. We become stronger. Fierier. More hale and hearty. We were inseparable. You are my companion throughout these years. You are my partner in life. A loving wife. When I met you, I know that I found the joy of my life. You are the girl I’m looking for and I told myself that you are the one that I should marry. A girl that I can give my life. I will do everything so that you will not find someone better than me. You always make me happy. Beyond words, you’re truly lovable. Without a doubt, I will love you forever. And I will lose my mind if you’re not on my side. Because of you, I know that I’m not alone. I can live just with you. You’re my destiny. My fate. My happiness. I’m so lucky to have you. Now. Never let me go. Hold me tight. In your arms. Yes. Hug me tight. Cuddle then bite. Pinch then kiss. Thank you for everything. Thank you for understanding, Thank you for the love. I love you so much beyond words. I love you forever and for eternity.
Author: Don Normantico
I miss
I miss how you made me feel so loved like no one else did
I miss how you’d bring out the best in me
I miss how you made me so comfortable for being me
I miss how you stared deep into my eyes
I miss how close we used to be
I miss the way you held my hand and never let go
I miss your arms around me
I miss how we’d fight and cuddle after
I miss the things we do
Your sweetness and your lips
You taught me how to love
Thanks for being there despite my selfishness
Thanks for all the attention
I love you still
But I can’t just forgive you dear
Happy Graduation
First day of classes. First day of being a student. Welcome to OB Montessori. Welcome to hell school. Afraid. Nervous. Entering a new environment. Scared. Finding new friends. Learning how to read. To listen. To be friendly. Having a crush. Transferring to a new school. Grade School. Cainta Catholic College. Having new friends. Learning new things. Waking up every morning. Fighting for my own. Getting beat up. Going to guidance. Puppy love. First girlfriend. Lots of first’s. Name calling. Labeling. Jokes. Kids jokes. Trippings. Entering high school. Creating self-identification. Having new friends. Best of friends. TROPAH. Barkada. Bad influences. Good influences. Laughs. Lots of laughs. Counter-strike. Chess. Badminton. First true girlfriend. Affairs. Cutting classes. Fighting with teachers. Getting into brawl. Fighting without sense. Fighting among friends. Learning how to drink. To smoke. Getting good grades. Drink. Failing marks. Drink. Getting drunk. Celebrations. Birthdays. JS proms. Cotillion. Goodbyes. Sad goodbyes. College degree. Colegio de San Juan de Letran. New environment. New friends. Irregular student. Having many friends. Different friends. Different perspectives. Different interests. Dota. ZOOM EX. Billiards. Rubik’s cube master. Photography. NCAA courtside photographer. Litratista Letranista. GOODA. Having passions. Dedications. Explorations. Being appreciated. True love. Fighting for someone. Having failing marks. Shouting to professors. Missed class. Absences. Pressures. Deadlines. Thesis. Finding colleagues. Powerhouse. Learning from the mentors. Programming. Best Thesis. Microsoft certification exams. Competitions. Being recognized. On the job training. Hell week. Exhausted. Paper works. Lots of paper works. Done. Chillax. Last day of classes. Graduation practices. Ceremony. Clearances. Freedom. Waking up from reality. Welcoming the real world. Happy graduation to me.
Just love
Never expect, never regret, never assume, just love
Me, myself and I
It’s not about you and me
No us, neither we
It’s a mistake to hold on
Breaking apart
Drifting away
Losing all of the love
Falling out of it
Or maybe I’m just confused
So confused
Starving for your love
Crazy kind of love
Pain, I hate this pain
Will I never learn to give up?
Or I am giving up
I’m calling out your name
You’re not doing the same
Help me with this game
I don’t want to play anymore
I want to settle the score
Are you serious enough?
I can’t blame you
I know what you’re going through
So maybe let’s stop
Halt, freeze, and think
I want to feel how important I am
I’m done giving everything
From my soul to my pride
We both know we’re not growing up
You’re happy, with or without me
My mistake to make you my happiness
I’m tired of writing
Tired of waiting
Burned, hurting
Leave me alone
I’m thinking
Feeling nothing
I’m wasted, exhausted
It’s not about you and me
It’s all about me, myself and I
Don Normantico 