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and perhaps i wasn’t really sure about ‘our’ future,

but i’m sure about you.

all those words i said were half meant.

because i never really meant saying goodbye to the person i love---to you.

they asked me, “of all, why did you choose her?”

i said, “i love taking risks, that’s why i loved her.”

i want you to stay,please just stay.

i told you i wanna talk to you, even just for the last time. and that hurts me.

but what hurts me most is when you said: “what for?”

just so you know, am still thinking about you.

still thinking if this is really happening,

cos honestly i never felt so broken until yesterday.

this is a nightmare i wanna wake up to but can’t

deeplifequotes

Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.

Reyna Biddy (via deeplifequotes)

when you said i need to let you go, i thought that i should hold you tighter.

and the saddest part

so i expected that you’ll be saying goodbye but i never thought that you’ll let go just fine.

it hurts me to read your last message, but what hurts most is the first line. when you said you do not know how to fight for me.

it clearly showed your love for me wasn’t enough, but still i love you.

you choose her over someone who loves your every fragment.

you choose her over someone who have known your every piece.

you choose her over someone who have known you for so long that they could even sense you miles away.

you choose her over a stable one.

no i didn’t choose her, my heart did. and perhaps it’s my heart who craves taking risks.

when they ask, why do you even settle for less?

all i say is, sometimes less is more.

naseweisz

andreateresab-log-blog

i miss everything about you.

it’s about finding your happy place again, after you’re hurt.

to the person whom i have special feelings with,

i hope you know that these feelings are legit, our situation may be a little unstable or uncertain but this thing i feel for you isn’t.

so if you’re having second thoughts about my intention, clear it all out, i have the best intentions for us two.

now, all i want is for you to do the same; to clear things up. cos love, i care about your feelings more than mine.

maybe.

as i come to think of my ‘darkest secret’ and the idea of having to ‘reveal’ it here, i have to admit that it made me flinch. not because my darkest isn’t acceptable, but it is because i think that my secret isn’t dark enough to be my darkest secret... that i think it is too shallow to be a secret.

my old friends would always say that I've got everything it takes to be the ‘ideal girl’ ... some would even say that i am one. (though that may seem to be a LIE) so yes, i do not know how to accept compliments, and instead of saying something good for a reply i would always contradict what they’ve said or joke around or change the topic. as a result most of them would say: “ang pahumble mo masyado ah!” AND THAT’S OBNOXIOUS ENOUGH TO MAKE AN EYEBROW OF MINE RAISE. I mean, like, seriously I am not being ‘pahumble’ it’s just that I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO ACCEPT SUCH FLOWERY WORDS AND REPLY WITH A CREDULOUS WORDS. like,what can i do? i grew up with 5 brothers, and i am used to being poked fun at instead of being showered with compliments of how beautiful or smart or kind i am. so yes, that’s my secret, that maybe i will never be able to learn the art of accepting compliments...i don’t know.

#21stcenturyliterature

Incitement

The gunshot that started the race of their love,

The even between all the odds,

The patio where they kissed good nights;

Is the witness of the promise they made that night.

They were happy and full of emotion,

though they know everybody seemed to have no passion.

It came to them that they should have it tied,

the scheme they did, heard by themselves, hence no other eyes were lit.

The day before the very night felt colorless;

the time before dawn looked timeless.

Ergo they tiptoed like mice in the field of rice,

doing everything not to open anyone’s eyes.

Yet of all the incitement came the true inhibition,

the mademoiselle did things with trepidation.

He then thrust his sword, causing the lady to come out in grief.

ps: I prefer doing the movie analysis by making a poem.

#21st century literature #romeo and juliet

fyp-philosophy

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.

Simone de Beauvoir (via fyp-philosophy)

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