In reality, love is a life relationship.
Romanticizing it too much will lead to insurmountable expectations,
Hiding secrets to each other will diminish the essence of communication,
And keeping up appearances with one another will not cultivate genuine appreciation.
True love does not operate on a script.
It takes place if you work together to make it happen.
For a writer whose world is full of letters written in black and white,
It does not need appropriate syntax and proper semantics,
To know that the best person you should share your lifetime with,
Is someone who always brings abundant colors into your life.
If you start living each moment of your life to the fullest, you will realize how short it actually is.
Use your ability to write; share your stories to the world.
Make it happen,
Make it real,
Make it eternal.
Treat any day as your last.
But, make your words stay for a lifetime.
I don't grieve for people who leave.
But I weep for people who stay,
Yet, they make me feel alone.
Way beyond written records could account, war has always been part of our human nature. There are several theories that explain on how it came to occur, but I've always believed that this type of conflict is normally triggered by power struggles, since it is innate in us that we save our own self first to survive. Yes, this is what you call "survival of the fittest". However, people become convoluted by their own selfish desires and to pursue power by advancing their own interest. This is how realism works.
Although a world without war is impossible, like a far-off dream, a memory that is just waiting to happen, I still believe in the greater good. Although humans are fundamentally s...
You appeared in my life like a shooting star in a cold, dark, and distant sky.
Unexpectedly, you brought me blissfulness callously embraced by a bittersweet good bye.
So this is how it feels, hearing "hello" and "farewell" all at once, leaving me no other choice but to bleed and cry.
Freedom is not free.
The wings given to us may allow us to fly towards the sky. But it does not mean it can send us to the moon and back.
Everything has its limits.
Let us all be responsible with our actions before our wings get taken from us. Legally.
We have been in a love-hate relationship for too long.
You are by far, to the extent, the only unexpected thing that I got in my life, that could be quantified. Don't get me wrong, this makes you more special. If you would likewise measure my love for you, it is always a perfect score, hoping you would reciprocate.
But oftentimes, you don't.
I still love you though.
Forever your unrequited lover,
A student (at heart)
Our life is like a movie written, directed, and produced by us.
The storyline progresses with each passing day. Sometimes static yet, it keeps on moving until it reaches its climactic moment. There is never a rewind option, for things constantly move forward, with no signs of stopping.
The characters come and leave, while others who remain undergo a series of methamorphoses. Challenges keep on arriving and decisions need to be made. The camera continues to roll nonetheless, leaving no room for the crew to say 'cut'.
But the best thing in this motion picture is the option to pause for a fleeting moment, to look around, to take a deep breath, and to smell the roses. The time to choose;...
Getting lost is always an unavoidable yet, interesting part of every journey.
But what makes it really special is when you get to discover a new path as you find your way back.
A perfect first date will be just you and me,
Casually walking side by side in the park,
Talking about anything under the sun,
Exchanging laughter whenever we share something fun.
For once, there are no expectations needed to outrun,
As you exhibit a character which makes you unique from everyone,
Making my hopeless romantic side think,
I might have found 'The One.'
Él dijo: "Te echo de menos."
Yo comenzo a sonreír y después siento mariposas en el estómago.
Pero él agregarse: "Es una broma, mí amiga."
The first raindrops on my lips was given by the person I felt was my life saver.
The effect lingered for so long, it was a moment I believed, I would always savor.
Butterflies flew everywhere in my stomach, as far as my mind could remember.
If only I was braver, I would not have to let go of that beautiful stranger.
I always wonder:
Why isn't there an emoji created for you?
Don't they know that pizza will never be the same without you?
And wine tastes so much better when paired with the likes of you?
I hope they realize you deserve to be honored.
If you want to know more about the person that you like,
Listen to the music that he loves.
And you'll be surprised.
You see, loving you is like jumping off a moving aircraft without any parachute.
I don't even bother calculating the risks; as long as I land safely into your arms.
Do you think romance and friendship get superficial if we initially met each other in a world behind screens?
Can a virtual universe collide with reality, with our trust and honesty remaining in tact?
What if I tell you that your daily poetry makes my heart dance in joy and positive messages uplift my spirit?
And that reading your works leave me in random musings, wondering how your simple words can render me speechless?
But which version of you should I place confidence in to be the real you?
We may have never met, but to me, you are no longer a stranger.
Will you allow me to familiarize myself more than your name for me to remember?
With love across continents,
There will always be a time
when you have so many things
you want to tell,
that you end up saying less,
or even nothing at all.
As I revisit these memories from the past,
I began to ponder.
When did our childhood end and maturity start?
As growing old differs when you say you've grown up.
There is no such thing as "perfect timing."
Because loving someone is always a work in progress.
And it is our choice if we want this person to become the rightful one.
As I look at these several drafts,
it dawned on me that I've reached
I started stroking my hair and
let the smoke fill in the air.
I shut my eyes for a minute, until
I cannot count how much time was
As soon as I opened it, I began
staring into blankspace, letting
my mind wander in a vacant space.
searching for something to create
out of nothing.
Hoping that my hand will grab
a pen, and start to move again.
In every character of a story that an author creates, a part of their real self lies in between.
For the barest soul of a writer must not be seen; but should be felt by the reader's heart.
A place with timeless beauty and people who have seamless creativity, I've been longing to travel to my most favorite country, Japan.
This is not only because of their magnificent set of sushi that I know no one could resist, or even the fresh sashimi that made me rethink my love for meat. There are plenty of reasons. But before I start, imagine yourself first eating a bento box full of your favorite Japanese dishes underneath a Sakura tree during spring on a one fine day. What a breathtaking sight.
Japan has a rich culture tracing back to the time when samurais carrying swords were much more revered than people with firearms. A time where guns were considered as primitive and cumberso...
With a strong gaze, sweet smile, and
In a minute, I knew my heart is at stake.
But nevermind, as if there was a
I didn't mind blending in just to get
Falling in love at first sight
is still much better than
Falling in love on purpose.
The more you wish
for time to pass,
the s l o w e r it goes,
and l o n g e r it becomes.
My heart started to grow,
So big that it reached this false ceiling.
I thought there is no limit,
To fill myself with your love.
Writing about you
Makes me remember
Those memories and feelings
I thought I've locked in chambers.
Today, I saw you downtown, looking smart and clever.
I thought of how I should approach you, hoping that I would not stutter.
But when the rain came pouring down, I thought I should go back and run like Cinderella.
Then suddenly, I realized I forgot to bring my own umbrella.