I had a dream and you were there. We lived off the grid and had our own land. We have a little cabin in the woods and lots of space for our rescue animals to run around. We have everything we needed to survive on our own.
We have kids and they were as cute as could be. They have no idea what the world around them was like, because we shielded them from it. They helped with the house and the yard work, went to school at the one room schoolhouse, played outside and got dirty. They actually got to be kids.
We both have our own businesses, as well as one together, where we sold food and products that we made on the homestead. We'd go in to town once in a while, but there really wasn't ...
To All of My Guy Friends,
Love a woman not just because she's beautiful. But because there is a golden heart behind her exterior facade. Love a woman not just because you always miss her but because your world is brighter and colorful with her in it. Love a woman not just because she is fun, but because that's what makes her real. Love a woman not just because she is sweet but because she has a warm and kind heart that it feels like home. Love a woman not just because she is strong but because her strength makes her special and unique from the other women.
Don't love a woman just because she is a crown that you would put on top of your head as an ornament to be called a king. Love he...
“I haven't in my whole life let myself look like a mess and asked for miracles." he said.
"You never have faith in in miracles, John." I said
"That's the main idea. I don't believe in it. Yet, why am I so fixated with this heavenly expectation as the only answer to my problems?" he answered.
"Because, sometimes when all else fails, you cling onto the impossible." I told him while looking at the blanket of stars
Mergen Originals: Myriad of Hopes
Sometimes we don't want to be the writer but the literary piece itself. We want to be the piece because they won't judge us by looking in the outside attributes. We want to be the piece because there are people who's trying to understand us. We want to be the piece because they connect their own point of view while reading us. We want to be the piece because we are the fruit of someone's tears and agony; of someone's bliss and butterflies. We want to be the piece that readers admire because of its content. We want to be the piece for there's always someone who can relate to us.
We want to be the piece because we want to show the world that being beautiful is more than just staring somethin...
Seventy six days had passed since I last sat here and wrote down all the things I know about you. This corner has been my sounding board to all the things I feel for you.
It’s been one thousand six hundred and forty days since you broke my heart and yet we kept going. On this day, the 15th of January marks another letter unread. And as always, I am looking forward to the setting of the sun. When for some, darkness is sorrow, for me, the darkness means you — a sense of fulfillment for me. Will you ever be the same? I always wonder whether absence makes the heart grow fonder or find another. I’m just hoping it will never be the latter. Friends, you say, is the relationship we should keep. Pe...
Pain is one of our greatest nemesis. We searched far and wide to find ways to kill it. But eventually, we realized that pain is not the real enemy. It is a no nonsense honest friend.
Pain is a signal for you to heal. It's a sign that something is wrong. And I'm not just talking about the physical. It tells you if there's a relationship that needs attending to. It challenges your strength, your faith and your humility.
You may say that, what are painkillers for? It just hide the pain. But it doesn't take it away. The best way to recover from pain, is to endure it. Then, and only then, can we heal.
In simple words, there is no healing if there is no pain.
The sketch of emptiness etching thoroughly to the mist flowing under the glamour of her lashes; tired eyes, tangled memories, soul trapped--deleting her from her own will. She is hesitant, lost-- broken. And she doesn't know whether she's still alive or just breathing.
The scent of a melancholic ambiance towards the place where gleam of stars refracts created a weird kind of nostalgia through her system-- as the night's becoming deeper, her thoughts follow.
The strong attack of realizations only made, her howl louder. Those cries that can't be heard by just simply listening. The kind that needs openness and understanding.
"She was so busy saving others, that's why she forgot to save...
To All of My Guy Friends,
If you do not plan to enter into a serious relationship, don't give hope to the person. If you do not intend to catch her when she falls, do not disturb the quiet life of that person.
And read this.
She's minding her own business when you came along. She was happy with her world. She was just there being herself. Do not expect her not to fall for your sweet tongue and efforts. Do not expect her not to appreciate all the little things that you do just to make her feel better.
Mind your own business. Don't make her an option because in her world she is the priority. Do not ruin the personality that she has built. Do not waste her time. Y...
Trust me, when a man really loves you he will take random photos of you. He will love every little detail about you.
He will appreciate all the “minor” things about you:, how you blow your nose, how you hum, how you chew your food and the way you dance while listening to your favorite song, how you smile when he says something beautiful about you, how serenely you pray about the goals that you aim for, how you messy you can be and your bed hair looks good on you and how hyper and enthusiastic you are every time you go out together.
I know you get self-doubting at times. There are days you think you are ugly, fat, messed up and hard to love, but superlatively believe when a man really lo...
My mind always told me to "Leave and advance,"
But my heart told me that I still have a chance.
So I listened to my heart and gave it a shot,
It was a bad choice, now look at the misery and failure it brought.
I thought I'd have a chance, so I kept holding on,
But I know that the last ray of hope is gone.
Sadly, it was you, the guy I trusted the most,
Who left me feeling empty, just like a ghost.
Today, the little hope I had inside was killed.
I don't know why you destroyed something you helped build.
I must have been crazy to even try,
Because all it did was crush me inside and make me cry.
And I cry only if there's too much to hide.
Like right now because I've got nothing...
You are beautiful.
You're beautiful for all your imperfection is an art. For every feature that you hate on your face there's always a certain someone who loves to see that. You are beautiful maybe not because of that mesmerizing eyes but because you see things in a unique way; maybe not because of that kissable lips but because you speak the words of kindness-- maybe you don't have the curves, the alluring body but smiling even you're broken or hurting is your best curve.
You're beautiful because beauty isn't just what we can see outside, you are beautiful for you're more than just a face. You're beautiful for you got something beyond physical judgments. You're beautiful because God cr...
When I was a kid, I fell from a tree but I managed to hold on to a branch. I was up there for a long time and waiting. The silence, the pain in my arms, the blood pumping in my ears is deafening.
Then, I fell. I couldn't remember what happened when I hit the ground. All I can remember were the pain of holding on and the wonderful feeling of letting go.
I get hurt for I let go and fell but it's much better to let go than trying to hold on, knowing that it's going to be painful even more and knowing that I'll eventually fall and hurt.
Why do we give our all? Why do we exert so much effort? Why do we insist on changing ourselves? Because, we chose to love. Because when we love, you give yourself a chance to have a happily ever after. But you also have to open yourself up to so much pain which teaches you to grow and mature. Whether you get an apology or not, whether he loved you or not, you need to learn to forgive.
That forgiveness. That's not for the person who hurt you . It's your gift to yourself. In order for you to live on the life that you have made before he brought havoc to it. To that, you will be a better you in the future. That incidence is a lesson. A lesson to forgive.
An open letter to the brokenhearted;
Are you feeling unwanted? Sad? Alone? I bet you felt all these on some instances in your single life. But I'm telling you that you don't have to.
You shouldn’t be drowning yourself in misery all because you’ve been left, dumped or cheated on by the person you loved. It’s a normal thing to grief.
I heard a lot of people say that if you love someone, you must never give up on that person, fight for your love. But what if in the process of fighting for that person and giving everything that you have, you realize you’re all alone and that person you’ve been loving all along is pushing you away, driving you to the edge of insanity? Day by day you are l...
This is another unread letter, it means these words that I am typing right now won’t be read by you again. You will never touch me, hold me, and feel my skin against yours. You will never get to know me, look at my face and know the story behind it.
You shouldn't. You won't . You'll never know my name. It would be wrong. Because I'm not supposed to feel this way. I already have someone in my life to have those thoughts about. Someone to love, to cherish, to adore.
For all those years, he has been the one for me. He has been standing by my side, never giving up on me, even in my darkest of times. And there have been a lot of dark times.
I have nev...
Regardless of how much I wiped the tears flooding out my eyes, I still don’t know how to dry it out. Even after I pressed my clenched fists hard against my eyes, it continued to stream over, soaking my dress. Though I already pound my chest to stop me from crying, the pain keeps on repeating.
If he cussed at me face to face, I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to live any longer. But thinking of the people who love me, I couldn’t throw away my life either and I would perhaps become a person that only eats and breathes while carrying a heart that has become a hollow shell.
I may have felt glad seeing that scene in front of me on that binding, but it wasn’t a lie t...
People may come along and leave in the process, what matters the most is how we spend time well with these people. A lifetime, a forever, a hour, a minute, or a second isn't just a number it is the painful and wonderful memories that we can keep and treasure until the end.
And what does it mean that you are the kiss at the happily ever after?
That look that you bear every time you open your eyes in the morning light,
That I have lost my mind somewhere amidst the beginning and end of your name,
What does it mean that I try on every fairytale with your face?
And every song with your lips?
And that forever is but a skipped of breath whenever I wait for you?
Oh, my love, I am very, endlessly yours.
By the time you get to hear this, I'm probably gone for good. This is also probably the last time you'll hear from me.
I say this a lot but I wanted you to be sure about it. I LOVE YOU, JOVER
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU.
Huh. Writing that more than once is harder than saying it a lot. But I really, really love you, love.
You know that right?
Love, I can still imagine you waiting for me down the aisle as I'm walking towards you. I thought I was just chasing rainbows when I get to realized I like you. But we were a fairy tale that came true. We could have lived happily ever after, if we haven't broke up
I'm sorry I couldn't be the girl you wanted to be. I'm sorry for you...
If you're not the only reason
Then why does my heart get hurt?
So if you are not the one
Then I will not hope that will end together
Unobtrusive and immovable,
My heart is struggling hard
If we don't end up with each other
Then I'll be blind with the love that others give
If we don't end up with each other
How can I accept my heart to love again?
Still immovable and lifeless
My heart is being restless
If you're not the only reason
Will I choose to avoid getting hurt?
If you are not the one,
Who else will cry for the both of us?
I need to break free
Since your heart belongs to someone else
If we don't end up with each other
I'll accept and set you free
If we don't en...
The first time I fell in love with you was June 2006, when I was thirteen years old. You were that kid who slouch and timid and I was the girl who was popular. But I don’t know why you made my heart flutter. You were wearing a blue shirt and standing beside me while looking at the school board for the list of assigned room.
The second time I realized I love you was when we were introduced by a common friend to each other. It was so memorable to me since you were shy and hesitated to shake my hands.
The third time I fell in love with you was when I made your brother cry for I keep on pinching his cheeks because he was so cute. You just smiled at me while calming your brother. I was looki...
Of the two seasons here in our country, you are likely more of a rainy months to me. You give me hope and peace, like how the rain washes out bad memories and clears up the sky. I am happy to be with just only you. Everything else doesn't matter to me as long as you are with me. Dark hues. Colorful light after the rain. Love, that's what you have given me, and I just want you to know, that I love you and I appreciate every bits of you.
Isn't it wonderful how you can meet one person that changes your life for a time? Like no matter what, you can't imagine your life without that person and when they leave...it's like a piece of you left with him.
That's who you are to me and I miss you so much every single day. There isn't a day that passes by that I don't think of you. And I'm scared. I'm scared that you'll always be the one that got away and I'll never find someone that makes me feel the way you make me feel. Contented, significant, lovely. Emotions I hardly feel, but you made me feel them and I love you for it.
Just the thought of you can make me smile harder than talking to any guy can and I hope somewhere you're ...
He found me. In the midst of everyone who couldn't see, he found me.
You are all brilliant stars in this earth and I’m so pleased I exist at the same time as you. The world aligned for us. And that’s pretty incredible. Anything could’ve changed us being right here, right now.
So please know; I’m happy you’re here reading this and I’m glad I’m here writing this.
I’m annoyed at you. I’m so irate at you because you’re the reason I could never be honest with myself; and I was never scared of coming to anyone but you, it’s always you and how I’m doing it for attention and how you hate me because of it. You know what you did to hurt me so desperately and yet it’s always my fault isn’t it?
I know no one else has a problem with me not being a perfect girl but it’s you who act as if to be a friend then turn around and say the most revolting thing to me when I never even wanted to tell you. It’s always you. It was never him or them, it’s you who hurts the most. It’s you. It’s you who secretly reproves me and cries when I hide. It’s always you who gets to a...
Love, it's been awhile since the last time I saw you face to face. Your mere existence brought relief to me. Your smile gives light to my darkest day. Your eyes of brown calms my erratic heart. And your words of kindness delivers me to happiness.
But, now that your not here by my side tell me how will I live without taking a glimpse of your smile. Tell me how to breathe knowing you're not here to see it. Tell me how life will be without you. And please tell me how to move on?
I know I sound pathetic right now. It has been 4 years and 3 days since you let go of me. I know I should have moved on by now but knowing that you're the first person who made me realize how terrible I am to over...
Whatever you went through today, whatever demons you fought, whatever you felt or tried not to feel; I’m proud of you. Because you survived. You made it another day, another hour, another minute. You are a warrior and even if the world seems to be falling down around you- I’m rooting for you and I believe in you.
There's always something that we are scared of. A certain kind of anxiety felt by all of us. It creeps around within our worst nightmares. Burrowing from the unknown. And when it starts to kindle, it will gradually take away our happiness. Until the only thing that's left is...