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Standing under the pale moonlight, my thoughts are drawn to your memory. I smile a bittersweet smile.

Wondering. Wishing. Willing.

Wondering the fateful coincidences that brought you to me. Wishing for light and chances. Willing our paths to cross permanently.

Fascination, it must be. The idea of you soothes away the ache of people past. Like the thin cloud that blankets the moon, the conundrum dulls and will never nullify. Perfectly imperfect.

“All I ever wanted to see is just invisible to me. All the time.”

 

 Invisible - The Church: Play Now | Play in Popup

Trivia: Photo taken lomo-style at the Sembrano Residence in Ayala Alabang, Muntinlupa, Philippines, May 2009.

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A year ago —
I lost two men I had loved most.
I was broken.
I got left behind.

Distractions made forgetting easy but, today, I choose to remember. Simply because I need to never forget that good memories last forever. I need them to shine like how a small candle would brighten up an entire room.

And because, today, I choose to breathe.

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Watching her walk down the aisle, unexplainable bittersweet happiness flowed through my system. Sweetness, from the memory of her love story. Bitterness, from the thought that it had resonated a failed one.

But comedy trumps tragedy.

Tears flow from unlikely eyes. Floods the smile. Suppressing the urge to laugh because of the overflowing joy felt. Strange contrast.

I cried, blubbered like any normal girl would.

Is marriage truly overrated, much less crying in weddings? One will never fully understand till they find themselves wishing they had something to help wipe away the tears that threaten to ruin their makeup. The strangeness is surreal. But memory serves it vivid and rich with epiphanies.

I reckon you will never, though try if you must, suppress what’s truly inside.

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 Day Before Yesterday - Scout: Play Now | Play in Popup

Cold wind caresses my face; I refuse to turn away. My mind had seen what my eyes had not. I hold on to my heart and let it do what it does best. My hands can only obey.

In swiftness, in haste.
What is there to see?
Quickly, quickly —
Do things make sense?

Emotion champions over reason. I loved and loved deeply. You touch my thoughts in fragments, in bursts. Do I? Should I? Why would I? But I’m left with just this memory of having loved you deeply.

In swiftness, in haste.
What is left to see?
Quickly, quickly —
Will anything ever make sense?

 

 Landslide - Smashing Pumpkins: Play Now | Play in Popup

Trivia: Pine trees, clouds and the blue sky. Taken whilst in transit on the winding roads leading to Camp John Hay in Baguio, Philippines; May 2009.

I wonder if I truly see the true beauty of the mundane. A life we consider extraordinarily dull may just be a rare gem for others. Do we pause and say thanks for letting us get a glimpse of their treasure?

We scoff at the everyday rustics of the roads we take in life. Are we really all that far above them? Perhaps if we take a moment and let the flare of light get pass the reflection of ourselves that we seem to have mired our vision of the rest of the world, we’ll see that moments pass in a blur and yes, taking stock in the little things will eventually count.

Life is like that it seems.

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