I Always Have Something To Write About

I always have something to write about and it haunts me,
The feelings, pushing me to translate them into words
I always have something to write about and I'm bothered,
The words, pushing me to write them in paper.
I always have something to write and I'm scared,
That something hidden will be seen in me.
I always have something to write about,
But I chose not to write,
because there is something behind every cheerful smile
that only my pen and paper could understand.

Ikapitong araw
Simula ng ikaw
Ay huling nakausap.
Ako'y nanabik,
Kaibigan matalik,
Na ika'y maramdaman,
Na ika'y masilayan,
Na tayo'y muling magkita,
Ngunit wala atang mahihita,
Sabi mo'y ika'y abala,
Ako naman ay tulala.
Nagmumukhang kawawa,
Wala akong magawa.
Bakit ba kay tagal?
Ang puso ko'y napapagal.
Lubos akong nag-alala
Naghihintay, wag naman sana sa wala.

Kung nabibili lamang ang oras,
panahon at mga araw,
pag-iipunan ko, mabilhan lang kita.
Ngunit kahit bilhin ko
ang lahat ng oras sa mundo
Hindi parin kita makakasama,
Mahahagkan, Mahahawakan
O masisilayan man lamang
Kung ikaw na mismo ang may ayaw.

I may not be talking to you and you may not hear from me, but that doesn't mean that I started ignoring you. Ever since we had this space between the two of us I have this fear that this temporary phase of isolating ourselves with each other will become permanent, that this quelling of our emotions will be ordinary for us. Honestly, I don't want us to lead to that, and I seriously dread it.

Dear You,

I don't know if you will be able to read this.If not, maybe it's just not meant to be. Just kidding, I know how much you hate that line of mine. I admit it's really awkward to write you something like this or to write this way because I know there are chances that you won't see it. However, I really want to write you something tonight so please, read on.

We know for a fact that you are my best friend and both of us has been through a lot--series of fights, quarrels compensated with good laughs and happy moments together. We enjoy whatever we do or wherever we go as long as we are together. Remember our first year? You asked me if I'm happy, and sincerely, with a skip of a heartbeat, I said yes. I am happy, I still am.

However there are rough roads set as we walk and run in this world's paths and I admit, I was not really good with this. Expectations and assumptions overwhelm us and these led to heartbreaks. You want this, I don't want that, You don't want this, I want that. What happened to our pair of eyes that are connected invisibly with each other? Maybe we seldom stare at each other's eyes anymore. It seems like we somewhat lost that incomparable and amazing connection that we have and that is really saddening. I hope I'm wrong.

I just want to end this letter saying that no matter what is happening between the two of us, no matter how saddening, painful or hard it is to bear, I will always have my arms open wide ready to hug you (or not if you don't want to) and hear you out. 'Cause no matter what, you are my best friend, and that very important fact will always prevail.

Sincerely,
Maica D.

It makes my heart so happy whenever I receive chocolates. Who doesn't love chocolates anyway? But you know what, it is not just the sweet chocolates that make me so delighted, it's the person who gave the chocolates. I appreciate that person's sweetness because that person is thoughtful enough to care and that person knows that this will put a big smile in my face. That is sweeter than any chocolate bar in the world. :'-)

I always wonder why I always dream that I was holding your hand. It's kind of funny, 'cause we never do that in real life. But honestly, every time I dream about it there was this spark I feel whenever our hands met, and the spaces between are fingers were perfectly filled. You squeezed my hand delicately and with love. But, after a minute or two, you tend to let go of my hand. This makes my heart stop. It makes me sad. I hope the next time I dream about me, you and our hands, you will not let go.