I know them both ever since. Not since they started knowing each other, but since the day we are 2 against him. Well, actually, a lot against him. Bullying is our form of love. Haha.
Ang puso, kung gusto nang mag move on, hindi mo kailangang ipa-root canal– ‘yung tipong sasaktan mo muna hanggang sa maging manhid at wala nang maramdaman; hanggang tuluyang maging bato.
His first kiss.
His first relationship.
His first perception of a woman.
The mother will always be the son’s first love.
Photo courtesy: Gary Viray
I just wanted to share this wonderful message of waiting. I take no credit for this.
Holding you is like holding a part of me. Outside of me but not vulnerable. It possesses a certain strong character–something that depicts strong emotions.
Looking at your eyes, I see my own reflection. The feelings extracted through the windows of your soul seem to emit the same feelings I do have.
The feel, the touch, our skin colliding, it feels like founding yourself in the body of a different person.
Different, but one in heart.
Ang pag-ibig ay parang isang karagatan, hindi mo alam kung ano ang hatid nito: Akala mo’y payapa pero sa ilalim ay may nagngangalit na mga pating, o kaya nama’y maalon pero sumasabay lang pala sa himig ng isang awitin.
I’m too busy with my work, hindi na kita nabibigyan ng time.
Kahit na personal na lakad ito, sinamahan niya ako magpacheck up sa sakit ko (na since high school pa nag-eexist).
Masaya naman ako, kasi nalulungkot talaga ako kapag sobrang busy siya. Though, I understand him. Really. Pero nakaka-sad din kasi minsan na wala siyang time para sa akin.
I know that he’s doing what he can do. Chat. Text. Calls. But there’s no better way of knowing each other than to be together personally, ‘di ba?