...Us...

There's something different about us; something I can't quite put a finger on. It's as if this time is the first time I've fallen in love and all the other times were just some sort of "background music". It's weird, it's idiosyncratic, and it's crazy. It's all that and more.

It's like stepping into someone else's fantasy, only to realize that it's not a fantasy. It's real and I'm in it. This is my reality. Don't wake me up, I'm not dreaming. It's too good to be true, but it is indeed true. I found the sweetest person I can ever find and my heart says, "hey this is it".

Yeah. This is it. I'm finally holding on to a hand that I never want to let go of.

And this time, i intend to keep it that way.

Lucky Me

Never really thought of making long-term plans til I met you. Not the settling down and married/family life thing sort; more on the personal fulfillment thing, actually. You've somehow brought out a different side of me; the one that puts high regards for self-fulfillment and self-progression. Or words to that effect. Whatever it is, it's something that I can't quite put a finger on. But thanks, anyway. I love...? (hahaha)

Anyway, I'm thinking of seriously pursuing my literary writing thingy. I missed writing short stories, I'm thinking along the lines of both romantic drama stuffs and mind boggling stuffs. It's been a while since I wrote those sort of stories. Been focusing too much on serious journ chorlax when I was in my last year in College. Gosh. I even said goodbye to Deluge when I felt that I had to choose between news and literary. Tsk...

A Poem for You

How long will I survive alone
When you are the only happiness I know?

This I ask myself
As I ponder with my broken heart...
As I imagine you cradling me in your arms,
while precious white pearls cascade down my cheeks

Nighttime haunts me with the unknown
But somehow I can tell
'Cause the angels have sung:
There will be another time for us

Yes.
Someday, somehow,
Our stars will align again

And I will wait
For that second shot at happiness
Even as the dark shadows enclose me in its arms
A constant reminder of the emptiness that lies ahead