Sometimes it’s good to go through life at a slower pace. That way, you won’t miss out on the beautiful moments.
This is one of my favourite sunset photos that I took to date.
Trivia: Photo taken whilst in transit, along SLEX – Manila bound, using a Nokia E71; South of the Metro (likely in Laguna), Philippines; April 2009.
Let’s pretend we share the same hope.
Let’s pretend these flowers came from you.
Let’s pretend my smile’s for you.
Let’s pretend that I’ll lie next to your warm body tonight —
and wake up to your soft kisses.
Let’s pretend.
Well, at least, I will. I hope that’s alright.
Trivia: Photo taken by my brother in Tagaytay, Philippines, July 2009.
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.”
Trivia: Photo taken lomo-style at the Sembrano Residence in Ayala Alabang, Muntinlupa, Philippines, May 2009.
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.
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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