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@gly-paranal
Y E S, without reservations.
She says, h e l l o
Maybe when I am ready. Maybe when I finally accept myself completely and love myself unconditionally you will come sweeping me off my feet. I’ll meet you in the most cliché way possible: a. While I’m alone in a coffee shop, engross in a book; b. I’ll bump into you while singing my heart out in a concert; c. Or our common friend will introduce us to each other promising both of us that we’ll “hit it off”. Whether it’s a, b, c, or somewhere along the alphabets, we’ll spark each other’s curiosity and will make the effort to get to know one another. I’ll learn about you, how you eat, what your favorite movies are, what genre of music you listen to, what instrument you play or wanted to play, who your celebrity crush is… We’ll unconsciously go deeper and you’ll tell me about your childhood, whether you hate your dad or you want to be like him, the girl who broke your heart and why you thought you’d never love again. You’ll learn about my love for pizza and delight with puppies and babies. I’ll tell you about the books I read and why they affect me deeply, I’ll tell you about the latest episode of Girls and why Lena Dunham is such an inspiration, I’ll tell you about my brother’s death. One of us will say I love you first and the other will reply with a smile, tight hug and say I love you back. We’ll confide in each other–we’ll become each other’s best friends. We’ll untangle each other’s insecurities and doubts. We’ll tell each other about our fears and our dreams. We’ll watch reruns of FRIENDS and How I Met Your Mother over pizza and beer; we’ll play cards and board games ‘til we get bored; we’ll hang out with friends without being that annoying lovers who can’t stay away from each other even for just a minute; we’ll bring each other in our respective family gatherings; you’ll be my plus one in every wedding, baptism, and debut; we’ll take walks and picnics at the park eating take out food and my sister’s freshly baked cookies; we’ll talk about God, the stars, Bermuda Triangle, and the aliens; you’ll watch rom-com and old movies with me and I’ll return the favor by watching action and horror movies with you; we’ll watch concerts and chill at music festivals; we’ll travel in and outside the country and discover more things about each other. You will be the person I will never get tired learning something new each day from. You will be the person I’ll be happy to do just about anything with. YOU WILL BE MY PERSON. Right now I am learning to be free and continuously discovering the path I want to pursue. I am trying to be better so when I finally see you at that coffee shop, or that concert, or that friend decides to introduce us to each other, or in whatever way… I would be ready. I wouldn’t be running away because I would feel scared. I wouldn’t be running away because I don’t love myself enough to believe that I’m worthy of you. So while you’re doing the same thing and becoming the man you were born to be, I’ll be here, keeping you in mind and heart. Every prayer at night before I fall asleep, every visit at the Blessed Sacrament, every 11:11 wish, and every whisper to the wind, the moon, and the stars hoping it’ll reach you will lead me to you. I cannot wait to fall in love with you. Stay safe, my soon-to-be-love! Yours, Gly
06:33pm, October 12, 2015 (via glyparanal)
I miss you every day, I have not even met you.
Gly Parañal (via glyparanal)
I go through phases when I should be going places.
Gly Parañal (via glyparanal)
Your journey is yours. Don’t compare your journey with other people’s journey because no journey is ever the same. Don’t feel like you’re being left out or leaving other people behind. We all have our own time.
October 18, 2014, 02:14am (via glyparanal)
We’re so good at making each other feel worse.
– October 07, 2014, 12:49am (via glyparanal)
Sometimes I wish I could silence this heart of mine. It wants so much. It asks too much from me. And I don’t think I can live it out.
October 03, 2014, 03:13am (via glyparanal)
I’d like to think it’s more of me being moved by my longings and not me running away. I can stay here, really, but my heart is yearning for something bigger… something bigger that this place cannot offer. Is it so wrong to yearn and believe it’s somewhere out there? If I can’t silence this heart of mine, might as well listen to it. (Maybe) my heart knows something I don’t. I just have to go and see.
September 20, 2014, 01:43AM (via glyparanal)
It’s raining. I don’t know if the heaven is crying with me or the heaven is crying with my life choices. Am I too bad for not sticking with my decision and leaving people hanging? Or am I my own hero for having the courage to walk away early from people and things that are not in line with my vision? I know this is a selfish move but what can I do? Stick it out and be miserable? I’m all about happiness and I know that it’s just around the corner. No matter how close that corner is, I won’t reach it if I won’t leave this place. There are things worth suffering for and I’m pretty sure this one’s not on my list.
September 18, 2014, 06:15PM (via glyparanal)
Unless you were thinking of me too (which I doubt)
I dreamt about you this morning.
Not that I’m surprised because I was thinking of you before I slept last night.
I lingered on the bed as much as I shouldn’t.
I didn’t open my eyes hoping your image wouldn’t fade.
I tried not to move to lock what I felt.
Thinking it would make it real.
Thinking it would make you real.
But the more I took a hold of you,
the faster you vanished.
In my dreams you were here,
in reality you’re nowhere near me.
– Gly Parañal
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