I stared deep into her eyes
She asked why
I said nothing to worry about
I lied
I need her comfort
Show me a little love
A hug will do
A kiss will be a gift
A hand to offer is a blessing indeed
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Love game
I played this game. Love as they call it. It’s a routine. At first, I need to bump into someone. Then casually ask for lunch, to go out, then add a killer smile that no one could ever refuse. I’ve done it many times. And those times are really the best times to challenge myself on how could I make this woman fall for me. I’ll set an expiration date when it’s game over. Then, I need to bump into someone’s life again. It’s all the same, only the names will change. Same lines, same lies. And with this blog post I know my ex-girlfriends, if ever they reach this will scrutinize me for all the bullshits, promises of forever and promises of never letting go.
Now again, like before, I bumped into someone. But this time it is different. I’m caught off guard. Like a lightning strike. I’m in love. Am I really in love? Laughing. Chuckling under the question of myself. Now, now this is love at first sight. I looked for signs. Seeing myself in a different person. No, she’s the one, she’s different. I told you she caught me off guard. I can’t even ask her out or ask for her cell number. Shit. This feeling is different, it’s crazy. I taught love was just a fairy tale, and I learned from my past experiences that whatever may happen, I will never fall in love, I’m scared to feel the pain they’d felt when I leave them. Yet suddenly, so funny, I found true love. This time I wanted to settle in, for one, for good. I can’t even face that fact, can’t face the feeling I have. I’m not saying I want to marry next year or even five years from now. But somehow, I know that if ever I have a ring, I will definitely give it to her with my surname.
P.S.
This boy wishes he never met you, you’re not playing his rules. Now he will leave the game, just to play with your own rules. Let’s see, if he can handle it.
I saw you
I saw you there
Sitting so patiently
Answering your exam
Simplest than anyone
I have a crush on you
I saw you with your friends
Standing there, laughing
Talking girly, bubbly
I stared for a long time
I’ve been in love with you
I bump into you
Couples of months after
I got your name and your number
Asked you out for lunch
I am so into you
Have you ever been into paradise?
You brought me there
Like a kid dreaming
When we are together
I love you forever
Rise above all
It’s not pure smiles and laughs, sometimes tears will fall. And those times are the best opportunity to rise above all.
Mistake
We’re really not meant to be. We’re just too attached. And falling in is a mistake.
Lost Love Letter
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.
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
Don Normantico 