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| Dear michael,
Another chapter of your life has just ended
again. Did you learn from it? Was it all that? Did you grow? What have
you accomplished in the stint. Where did you go to? Have you done what
you wanted to do yet? Tell me, I'm listening. Tell me, I'm here.
No. I was watching you when you lived that part of your life. I'll tell you your story instead.
It
was fun watching you from afar. I was always caught by what you were
talking and thinking about. Your ideas, most of them, were always
whimsical. Some were funny. Some were serious. Some were radical. Most
were unimaginable actually. There was one, though, that I myself find
very interesting.
You had your eyes on her since I can remember.
I guess you did not do it for the right reasons. You were struggling,
though. You, at times, did not know what to do. All you wanted was her
to be happy. By trying to do so, you had to sometimes hurt yourself.
You kept on driving yourself to be patient. I know you had to, but why
take it that far? Anyway, it was for the best. I guess. If you really
do want her that much, then what you did was reasonable. You need a
little more time to think about it more. As they say, nothing comes
easy in this life. You should realize that she may not see you as you
see her. What will you do? Think about it. It's never the end. You
always have the chance. See to it that you grab hold of what you have,
and take those with you. You'll learn from them.
You had a lot
of time to think, too. Things like games, people, "10 years from now"
topics crossed your mind often. It was getting boring actually. You
always though of these, but you did not see what was laid in front of
you. By the time you realized it, the chapter was almost over. If your
friends were not there, you might have missed a big part of your life
by now. Good thing your friends stuck by you. They should, because we
both know that you will be at their side no matter what, right? Yeah, I
guess your friends helped you find yourself when you were foolishly
looking for what was not there to begin with. Thank them. You might not
be able to next time.
What impressed me most in this how many
months of your life was your devotion to your Lord. You chose to have
Him guide you all throughout. Through laughter and sadness, you thought
of Him when you had the chance - always. It was great to see you doing
that. Even if you lost your Bible (it's in your room, find it...) you
tried your best to never forget God. It might you stronger, don't you
think so? What can't kill you only makes you stronger, right? Yeah, I'm
proud to have been a part of your life.
That's mostly it, I
think. I'll be leaving you with this message: never doubt yourself. See
you soon, old friend. Never forget that I'm always watching you.
~mike | | |
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What are we doing? Have we gone nuts? I guess we have,
because we have overrated love - love that's not of matrimony - since I can
remember. Have we realized this mistake? All we have done we say is "for
love's sake." Do we really know what we're talking about?
Maybe you're wondering why I would say that love is overrated. It's simple
really: everyday (in my country) at around 5pm it starts. Yes, dramas. I have
no intention of ruining their reputations, but there's something in them that
makes loving "hard."
We all, who at least take a glimpse of these shows, see how the male and female
protagonist take great risks just to be with each other. Be it overcoming
sickness or family issues, they almost always live happily ever after, of
course. Their heroic efforts to get the guy or girl make our hearts and minds
jealous. When plots thicken, we tremble. When the main characters get out of
the predicament with his damsel, we rejoice.
All those shows that we, or some of us, watch appeal to one of our weakest points:
the emotion. Because it hits us right in our hearts, our emotions gets bouncy,
waiting to explode at any moment. When someone dies in the show we cry. When
someone gets save, we smile. But the best is when the male and female finally
gets what they want - for both of them to be one.
Dramas take these "two into one" scenarios to a different level.
Writers, who are very creative and ingenious, make a story with a lot of twists
and turns. These plots mostly do not go beyond the realm of human capability.
What I mean is, the dramas may happen to us. When we think that it may happen
to us, our mind draws up many pictures of what may happen and whatnot. This is
when we imagine that we are the protagonist, may we be the knight or the
damsel.
The problem is, some of these soaps make themes about how a guy is trying to
get the girl but is having a very very hard time. When we see episodes of the
show, we don't want to do the mistakes of the guy. We begin to think worse
things that may happen to us. We feel insecure of ourselves. Our emotions
betray us. We have fell to the drama's pit.
When this happens, we think that loving someone like a friend, an acquaintance,
or some beautiful stranger is hard. We don't want to make mistakes, hence we
try to avoid so much things that we forget about love. We begin to think that
love is so hard that it's probably better just to wait till everything about
ourselves is ready. Unlike the hero in tv, we must make everything as perfect
as possible.
Love is hard now, right? Wrong.
When we start hearing from our friends how they were left by their girlfriend
or boyfriend. We feel more anxious. We start to think, "what if that
happens to me?" We are scared of being rejected. We are afraid of being
hurt. We don't like to feel the pain that our friends felt just because of
love.
Hard now? Almost there.
What's more, when we see some couple cuddling and speaking with their noses
touching the other's, we feel jealous. We want to do those, but we can't. We
can't, because we're afraid. We want to love, but we think it's hard. We want
to escape its jail, but we have locked ourselves in.
Now? Getting hot.
Finally, when we see that someone we love, our hearts begin to pound harder and
faster. We walk towards him/her. When we're almost there right beside that
person, we try to blurt out words. But suddenly, we notice someone smiling at
him/her with some picnic basket at one hand and the other hand waving at
him/her. With crushed hearts, we retreat knowing that the one we love has another
person in his/her heart. We have failed ourselves because we did not take the
risk of love.
Now? Yup. Love is now hard.
Now don't get me wrong, some people, I know, will disagree about these
theoretical situations. They may choose to follow the protagonist of the dramas
and just tweak some of the stuffs they do to get the girl/guy. I have nothing
against that. My point is, from what I have seen and experienced, most of the
time we all go through this phase. When we go through this phase, we overrate love.
I didn't say that love gets overrated always. I just said that we have
overrated love time and again.
I have yet to see one friend of mine not go through this, thus I have no
remedies even for myself. I have one thing to say, though. I believe that love
is more fun this way. Although I would not like to experience it this way, I
think it makes life more interesting and more random. I would hate it if I
would go through it, but hey, that's life.
Love is overrated, all right. I guess that's just the way it was meant to be.
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| I still do. I just can't tell you why so. It is too difficult because of things that I want to know before I can even begin to think and rethink of things to do. I wonder if you you do too, but that is yours to say to me. I know you won't say it before I do. You told me why, and I respect it. I just can't help imagine what that mind of yours thinks every single day.
No. I can't help think about what you think of me.
I feel that I may have been too much of a hassle for you ever since that day I realized it. I apologize. One cannot help to have emotions suddenly come out from the shadows. If only I could turn back time and stop myself from thinking too much, I probably would cheer rather than halt the past. I enjoy today too much to change the past.
I hurt, yes; but I love the pain. It lingers in me every day. I don't care. If it reminds me of you, then let it stay there. If it keeps me close to you at least in my mind, then so be it. Happiness cannot be achieved without some pain. No one can gain without hurt.
I have no time right now, but remember that I'm always here for anything that you may need. I will always help.
If you ask why, I still do. It's just a matter of time that destiny brings back what I lost. I shall do the things that should have been done. Please wait till then. I trust in you.
Yes, I still do.
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| I can't
No. I can't lose you know, not now and not ever. I don't care what happens. I don't care what the others say. That's unimportant. The distance will hurt me. The pain will kill me. The death will just remind me of how you and I could've been. The cycle will never end. Emotionally dead will have me in its dungeon till the end of time. I can't have that. I can't have that from you.
Please
Save me from myself. My mind barrages me with things I don't want to happen. These senseless events haunt me each day that you stay further away from me. I don't know how to stop it. Help me. Aid this leper into mingling with everyone again.
And when the stars see me from the sky, they shall remember how it is to cry a crimson flood. The celestial body shall weep rivers of red till everything be reminded of how one man tried to keep you in his arms. Everything shall join my last battle to conquer his own mind and heart just so he could have you by his side forever. If all that he has done could not get you to lift even one finger or speak one word to him, then all is lost for this ardent young man. He, who has nearly sacrificed nearly everything in the name of something he dare not speak, only wants one thing from you - a reply or recompense. A recompense for some, not all, of the things he had tried to do for you. A reply just to enlightened one such as he who does not know what his princess' mind ever thinks of. A reply or recompense is all this one asks. Can one as fair as you give him this favor? No more shall he ask of anything else. An answer or payment is all there is to be handed to him.
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| (It's high time I did this. If I didn't, I might've imploded. No one saw this before I edited it, ok?)
I do not know why or where or when I did not care how or what happened Who could have thought of this When my world was about to break
I had nothing inside of me I am no mage that can foresee I did not expect that this could be This thing has grown internally
I have long tried to say I have dream of it every minute everyday And now is the time to say
I love you That’s all I can say I love you Is what I think of every single day And if those words are not enough Then maybe you should let me Be with you and see it through
I have longed for and yearned for That I could speak of what’s within I dreamed and hoped and wished To see you and hold you and shout out this feeling
So I write this song This song for you For what I feel, I can’t say to you Hear me out cause maybe you love me too | | |
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