Saturday, May 26, 2012

Hey, Friend


When you were seventeen, what would you have done? If it wasn't because of a huge loss, would you have learned to cherish?

If it wasn't because of what had happened, I wouldn't learn the importance of treasuring.


If you love, let them know.
If you hate, eliminate your hatred.
If you miss someone, talk to them.
If you're wrong, make things right.
If you sympathize, share your happiness.
If you see them weep, wipe their tears.
If you see their wounds, mend them.

In the poem As I Walked Out One Evening by Auden, it writes:
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.


Bear in mind the most significant, yet simplest form of life living as human beings as in a unified body - to treasure the time spent with others while in your, and their existence. When you learn to cherish, you learn to live to the fullest.

If you haven't yet started treasuring, start doing it now. If you don't you will come to realize that you are too late.


I hope I'm not too late.
I had been a terrible person to you.




I always love you, so and very, very much.
I should have been a better friend.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Love Game



"I measured love by the extent of my jealousy." -Graham Greene

I could never tell how true it is until you begin to treat me like any other girls.
You know, back in the days, I used to be different - having inside jokes with you, teasing you but never having to anger you, telling lies without worrying that you would leave me some day, because I never thought you would. Until then, I became a person that did not differ from the girls around you. What happened next was, I fell for you. I have fallen so deep, thousands of kilometers would not even be able to measure how deep it is, not even the depth of the ocean. It was when you started changing.

Sometimes I would wonder how things would turn out differently if I never told you I was falling for you. I never stop convincing myself that it must be because of the fulfillment of your desire that has put you into such position that the passion you once had is now long gone. Just like what they always say,
The easier you get, the less you treasure.
Tell me darling, is that true?

Am I nothing to you? Am I no more?

How I wish I were raindrop. In a free-fall from the clouds, if by luck, onto your shoulder, I could be carried home silently, without you noticing that I had always been there, secretly admiring you, adoring the incredible structure from your jawline to your neck, loving you unconditionally. Your shoulder, my love, would be where I would always choose to land on if I were raindrop.

I feel as if everything is far beyond my reach day by day. A thousand yards today, a million miles tomorrow. Within this week, it might still be possible for me to fantasize about talking to the wind. I could whisper to the breeze, hoping it would carry my words from here to there, where you are now, but a year from now, you're going to be a few hundred light years away, where I can never see you nor hear from you ever again.

I wish I could stop us from drifting apart, but the force is way too strong, who am I to pull you back when you are the one who pushes me away?

Still, there is a question which you have not answered. A simple one that I have asked you since day one.

Honey, is Vermont a place full of players?