Linger

I remember how doing things 'together' meant doing the same things at the same time while at different places.

I remember how thick the consistency of a packet of instant porridge you would willingly and happily consume.

I remember how the smile would form over your face the moment you sense my presence when you wake up from your little naps.

I remember how conveying sensitive thoughts meant writing letters and forbidding each other to read while in any of our presence.

I remember so many minor things that played a huge part in the love life I once had. But I guess they still remain as happy thoughts bcuz I find myself smiling when they appear in my head.

I am no longer clouded by the idea of loose ends, for some things are better left unknown.

We will grow out of this shell and emerge as something so much stronger and wiser

But meanwhile, I will take my time

Long lived

I've been wanting to blog about this for a really long time, and my presence here today therefore.

A few days back on my journey to school, this aged man went around the bus stop asking strangers for directions. I couldn't hear what the conversation between the man and the others was, since i had my earpiece on. From their actions tho, i realize that age has caught up and he's partially blind.

166 came. He followed the navigations people gave and boarded the bus - a white cane in one hand, his wife in another. To my dismay his wife has lost her sight too. They got up the bus with careful steps and alighted two stops after.

I know how this isn't any big issue but it occurred to me that sometimes, love isn't what you see, but what you feel. I might not know how losing my sight feels since now that i'm still young and healthy, but in time to come, who will love you when you're not complete as one?

Being happy together and being happy alone are two different things. Yes you could own luxurious properties and cars and what not, but at the end of the day, you're sharing this joy with no one but yourself. I think in all no matter how strong a person is, love keeps them going.You could always say that a life long partner is a bonus given that your family will always be there, but on second thoughts, the things they can provide, are they the same? Are they enough?

Another day while i was jogging around my neighborhood, i got distracted by the vibrant colors appearing at the corner of my eyes. I turned and took a glance, and smiled at the sight of a happy family. The mom and dad were both in hot pink, so was the kid in the stroller. In my head i know how much love can do, how much it over rides the guy for him to be in pretty pink

All these little things made me realize how beautiful this world can be sometimes, and how things can go beyond perfection when you're doing it with people whom mean the world to you

I may be young and not exposed enough to be talking about love openly, but i know i sure do have the rights to express how far some actions can go. The definition of love tho, remains a mystery

Soon enough you'll see a little bit goes a long way

Alligator sky

Tonight I lay in bed feeling different. A better and happy kind of different

I let thoughts of all emotions flow to the back of my head like that of which the water in the stream would, and i was led to a place where things were beautiful and nothing else

Days in the past weeks felt like months of nothingness. I still welcomed March with open arms however, letting all the good I've been missing out come back into my life. I live by thinking that it is never too late to realize what life has in stall for you, be it happy or blue

Whatever makes me happy now is what I choose to put inside my head.

Tonight I just wanna say that being happy actually feels good again.

Hover

My intention of visiting this space to type out something logical is always made up from all the sad thoughts, contradicting not only the post below, but also the efforts i've been putting in the past month to shoo em' sadness away

I still find myself listening to the recordings i have of you in my phone on nights that i can't sleep, even tho i could have had more if i didn't forget to sync the old one. The sense of familiarity keeps me safe and sane, sometimes making me hate the extra space i have on my bed

Having heard things about you here and there, i wonder if i ever knew you at all. How can love built up and shared over months be dished aside that easily?  Or is it that our love isn't strong enough for you to want to just idle in it for a little while more

Saturday nights just dump me back into the pool of upset thoughts all over again.

Like old times, i wish you were here

But you've probably wandered far enough to hear nothing of it. Wake up tiny wake up. Wake up and get over yourself