Friday, August 16, 2013
gustong gusto na kitang tnungin...
"what makes me different from all your exes..?"
pero ndi ko magawa..instead..i tell you all about how unique and special and one of a kind you are that makes me love you so much. then i keep my fingers crossed hoping that maybe...maybe you got the hidden message conveyed in my sentences...maybe you know how to read between the lines and start telling me what i want to hear..what i want to know.
pero bakit ko nga ba gustong malaman pa kung anong ikinaiba ko sa knila? bkit?..perhaps its the paranoia in me...the insecurities..the fear...im afraid that if i am not special..if i am just like all of them..your past...i might end up like them too...it scares the hell out of me. so i need to know..i need to know that you are thinking im special..that you are convinced im different...that you believe im the one and the last. pero pano?
i know one sure way of knowing is by asking...but i cant bring my self to ask you that stupid question..i dont know if im scared to hear the truth..or if im really just that coward.
then finally, one day, i was able to muster enough courage to ask you "the question" but i dont know what to make out of your answer....
me: babe, what makes me special?
you: huh?
me: i mean..what makes me different from all of your ex's
you: hmm..that's a tough one..i never really compare you with them. Anyway, what makes you ask that kind of question?
me: wala lng..i was just thinking, there should be sunthing special with me because if im just like them, i might end up like them dont you think?
you: hindi naman...hmm..ikaw ang pinaka malambing sa lahat at ang pinaka sexy, saka pinaka magandang ipin
me: (really disappointed) ahh ok..
all answers i got were all superficial. i like the part that you think im the sexiest amongst us but i am not satisfied. my paranoia wasnt satiated. i wanted a different answer...a more meaningful one. (sigh)
and another question popped in my mind...a question i probably would never ask you...a question you probably cant answer...."am i good enough?"
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
yOu...
i love watching you sleep. Just lying by your side and staring at your face. i never tire of doing it and perhaps never will. looking at you while you peacefully doze off and fill the room with the sound of your snore which meeans you are in deep slumber, makes me feel contentment and happiness i have never felt before.I never knew happiness...happiness never knew me, but you introduced us and now gone are the days that I hopelessly wonder what will become of me, forgotten are the times when tears and loneliness succumb me. i was broken yet you picked me up. you saw through the shattered remnants of my being and believed in me. I almost thought there was nothing left i could give...nothing left to share..but you proved me wrong. It was like you knew me better than i knew myself. you made me feel special..made me feel loved...made me realize i am beautiful and worthy of happiness like everyone else. before you, i thought i was void...an empty shell...the past battle has consumed me entirely but little by little...day after day..i heal. and little by little ever so gently, hope and faith came seeping right back. there was indeed a rainbow after the rain and i can see that now. and as i inch my way to recovery, ill stay here beside you..watching you sleep..staring at your face and listening to you snore. ill never tire of doing it until we grow old together..now and forevermore...I LOVE YOU...Happy Anniversary!
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
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