I heard from somewhere that you cannot disassociate pain from love.
While I believe it’s true, there’s something inside me that’s still hoping there will be minimal pain. Unless you’re a masochist, no one really wants the pain that comes along with the love, right?
The moment I realized I have fallen in love with you, I also have embraced the fact that there will be pain.
Continue reading “Pain”
Let me tell you a story: They all say I did things way too early.
Continue reading “Unboxing the Unspoken: Scared”
“Ma’am, papirma nalang po sa may banda dito.”
Inabot ko sabay hablot ng bolpen ko sa bulsa ko, pero nung pumirma na ako, halos wala nang maibuga. Mawawalan na pala ito ng tinta.
Naghanapan pa tuloy kami ni manong. Sa bulsa niya, sa drawer ko, kahit sa table ng graphic designer naming kaaalis lang papuntang Hong Kong para magbakasyon, wala!
“Ayos lang ba kung green nalang ipang-pirma ko?”
“Ayos lang po, ma’am. Mas okay nga ‘yon di’ba. Mas masaya! Kesa do’n sa itim, malungkot na nga naghihingalo pa.” Continue reading “Landing”
This is how I chose to live again.
I threw away empty bottles of cologne that were stuck in my apartment drawer since I moved in. I didn’t realize I’ve emptied several already, and one of them has a little bit remaining in it, so I squeezed it on the palm of my hand, rubbed them together just to smell it for one last time.
Still good. Still smells good. And still brings back a few good memories. Continue reading “The choice I made”