We are like asymptotes, we will never meet. I am that curved line that desperately seeks our intersection, while you remain that stern horizontal line that never even notices my approach. You are a lifeline who lifts me up without intending to do so and yet you are also a flatline that kills without knowing that you do. Open your eyes and look at how much you mean to me, and then be afraid of the power you hold in your hands and in my heart. I have let go of you, but I can never escape what you can do to me.
Looks like something I would actually write.
Talk about love in short passages. That way, people can relate to themselves and themselves alone. Love is that one thing that is unanimously unique to everyone, and it is the same thing that makes it so generic, too.
Do not ramble on about love. Because when you do that, you ramble on about you. The more you share about love, the more you share about you. Settle with a few sentences, or maybe stop short of a couple of paragraphs. They will not read anything that will not make sense to them
Everyone knows about love, but not everyone should know about your love. They will want to know about love, but not about how you did it. They are curious to their own reflections, and not yours. The moment you over share is the moment they’ll stop caring.
But write about love. Always.
It’s the closest thing we’ll have to it.
Anonymous asked: so i'm a boy and i've had this dormant/sad little crush on you for a while. what do?
i’m no expert on dormant/sad little crushes, but i find that the best way to kill crushes is to get to know them. they will either be fun or a let down. they can be your friends, lovers, or strangers. they can end up being positively everything or absolutely nothing. in the end though, it’s better that way. aren’t you sick of uncertainty as well?
Today, I dreamt of you and I woke up only to be faced by the night sky. The moon-lit horizon is seldom ugly, but for some reason, you always outshine the nocturnal beings that pave the way for my favorite part of every day. The stars remind me too much of you - perfect in their contexts and so much more.
One day I will appreciate this context even more. You, of all people. Here, of all places. This, of all these. Someday, I imagine that like how the stars effortlessly shine beautifully at night; it is your light that I will stand in awe of, and not my darkness.
You. Here. This.
No more contexts of why it matters why I find you beautiful.
Because in the end, when I think of you, beauty does not come to mind.
But when I think of beauty, I think of you.
(Source: inkskinned, via caythee)
I miss you and I don’t know how to tell this to you. It’s been going on for a quite some time now. I still remember those times when all I need is that green dot beside your name to send fear, happiness, and content, down my spine - all at the same time. I don’t know when this started happening but it did. The scary part is what happens next if ever I get around telling you. It’s not as if time will permit a union like this at this stage in my life. Sometimes, I think that my sadness contains the reason for this emotion. But I ask myself, why you? Or maybe why you again? Or most importantly, why only you again?
In other words, I miss you but I’m afraid that you don’t miss me back in the way that I miss you. Or that I miss you but I’m afraid that you can’t afford missing someone else because there’s already a boy on the other end enjoying the company we once shared. Or that I miss you but i just don’t know how to start all over.
In other words, please tell me you miss me too.
Hindi ko alam kung bakit pa kita iniintay.
Para saan? Ano ba ang iniintay mo?
Ano nga ba?
Pati din ako nalalabuan na.
Iniintay ko ba na maging magkalapit tayo ng lugar, nagbabakasakaling magkrus ang ating mga landas? Umaasa sa posibilidad na magkita tayo? Na makasama kita?
Pero hindi ko din alam kung nag-iintay ba talaga ako.
O baka naman nag-iintay lang ako,
na baka sakaling…
ako naman ang intayin mo.
Anonymous asked: In love ka ba ngayon?
Creepily cool because I actually dreamt about this question just a few days ago, and completely forgot what I answered then. LOL. I know my memory’s supposed to have excelled in law school, but there’s just something about these lucid dreams that make me forget about them.
At any rate, let’s attempt to reconstruct an answer here. I guess the obvious answer is that I’m not. I don’t have a constant companion anymore. I don’t have an automatic avenue to vent out my feelings - I may not even have feelings anymore. In fact, just to go back to one of my favorite restaurants in Maginhawa, I had to orchestrate a mini-reunion of my undergrad friends just for me to have company. Am I in love? Probably not.
But the more evasive question is whether or not I have actually been. And that’s a question I’ve wondered more than ever just recently. A friend asked me why I don’t fight for people who leave me, when clearly I was in a much better position when I had someone. How come I don’t take offense to people saying goodbye to whatever there was? And how come don’t take action in moments of missing these people?
I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe I am one of those douchebags who are only in it for the chase. Maybe I am one of those boys I warn my friends about. Maybe I haven’t gotten to like a girl in the way that they would like to be liked. Maybe I haven’t really fallen in love.
I hate this late realization. I hate coming to this knowledge now that everything’s over. But then again, I guess it’s much better knowing this alone than with someone. And I take comfort in the fact that I know this now and will think twice when meeting another girl that I seem to like.
The truth is I want to fall in love in the way adults do. I want to experience love without the recklessness, the naivety, the foolishness that only the youth can commit. I want a love that lasts not just despite me, but in spite of me.
For the past few days I’ve woken up to no new text messages, no new Facebook wall posts, and no new Twitter mentions. I am not depressed by that anymore. I am not depressed by you anymore. Every now and then, we talk and I don’t feel as desperate as I was nine months ago. Ironic how the period of pregnancy led me to lose something instead of gaining someone new.
But no, I haven’t lost you.
It’s just that I’ve decided that I’m not ready to have you yet.
Tomorrow, maybe. Someday, for sure. Maybe.
Sorry, sinagot ko yung tanong mong Taglish sa straight English. Lumabas lang lahat nung naalala ko yung konteksto (hindi yung salita) ng tanong. :)
hindi parusa ang mag-isa;
hindi masamang walang kasama
sa kama’t sa kaliwa.
Nawa’y nagkukumawala sa makalawa,
at nagwawala sa kawalan
at nawalan ng magpakailanman.
kundi ang tulalang nagtutula at
ang nagluluhang tinutulaan.