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"No, even if we haven't met that day, my life would not have been any different. We had met that day because we were supposed to meet. If we hadn't met then and there, we would have met somewhere else sometime." -Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami This blog is NSFK. Not safe for kids. Rina, 23.

[loggedletters]

Dear you,

Happy 23rd birthday! I have a lot of things to tell you but really, I don't know where to start. Mostly, these will be series of thank you's.

Only two or three people can understand the bond that we have. And honestly, there is no easy way to explain it. I think it's because we have forgiven each other already and decided that we are better off this way. Thank you for forgiving me. I know I have put you in tremendous pain as you did to me. I know that because of me, you almost lost faith in humanity but I am glad you're okay now. 

They say we usually judge people we don't know or barely know. In your case, you never judged me. You didn't judge me when we first met. You didn't judge me when we were already friends for three years. You never did in almost eight years of being together. You didn't judge me when I did wrong things. You didn't judge me when I fell in love so easily. You didn't judge me when at some point in my life I became promiscuous. You didn't judge me or hate me when I left you without even a hint of goodbye. You patiently stood there as unravel to the monster that I really am.

Thank you because I can still run to you. Thank you because I can still cry on your shoulders. Thank you because you still know how to read me when I am not saying anything. Thank you because you never choose sides. Thank you because you trust me. Thank you because I can trust you. Thank you because you believe in me. Thank you because you see the goodness in me even when I can't. Thank you for always telling me I am beautiful even when I never believe you. Thank you for listening to my rants and my stories. Thank you for being happy for me when I am happy. Thank you for hugging me when I feel alone. Thank you for being there when I almost broke down because I was betrayed by a friend. Thank you because you forgave me when we weren't able to watch a movie because I was crying and you had to make sure I was okay. Thank you because you still know how to make me calm. Thank you because you know what to do when I am having asthma attacks. Thank you for appreciating that I cleaned your room. Thank you for treating me now that you already have a job. Thank you for a lot of things but most importantly, thank you for staying.

Happy birthday again! I love you! Maybe not the same as I used to but I love you. Always have. Always will.

Your best friend,

Amaranth

[ur-disgusting]

this is one of the sweetest gestures i’ve ever seen. i mean, most of the models would’ve just walked away and leave that poor girl there, on the ground.

[artsyblackkid]

This is the first time I’ve ever seen a model do this. 

[stolenwine]

I only write poetry for you; I do not know how else to say I love you. 

[poisonivy-21]

[loggedletters]

This is scary. Every time, we meet feels like I'm on a blind date with my   heart erratically beating and fingers fidgeting like ones of a kid on first grade. My hands feel clammy and I desperately cross my fingers and hope I don't stutter as if I don't know you won't mind. I still wonder how you would take my hands and interlace it with yours like we didn't do it on our second date. My nerves are in an earthquake and I'm pretty sure the aftershocks are as strong. I hope you won't feel them when I rest my head on your shoulder, when you put me in your arms or when you lightly plant a kiss on my lips. I wish they stop quivering when you finally do. You are just too much for my own good.

-But I still want this, you anyway

[anthnymrqz]

[loggedletters]

I wouldn't be there and for a moment, I wish I could be air so when it breezes, you'll hear me say those three sacred words or I could be still so you won't feel cold or be the sun so I could watch you by day and be the moon to light on you at night. I know saying sorry won't suffice for I know how and what being alone feels, I've been there. Don't be sad. Don't pout and don't cry. I hope this won't leave a scar on us for I maybe thousands of miles away from you, my heart still belongs to you 525, 600 minutes a year and 86, 400 seconds everyday.

-We Are Never Apart

[loggedletters]

huhuhu, sorry na

Dear ading,

Gagawan sana kita ng tula pero hindi ko na tinuloy kasi hindi ko alam kung paano sasabihin sa'yo na gusto kong sabunutan ang sarili ko kasi napaka-espesyal ng ginawa mo para sa akin noong kaarawan ko pero noong ikaw ang nagdagdag ng taon, nakalimot ako. Di ko napanindigan ang pagiging manang sa'yo ang dapat ata sa akin, i-unfriend mo na ako kung gusto mo, maaaring ignore na rin, ano? De, seryoso, hindi sasama ang loob ko kasi parusa ko 'to. Ewan ko ba, sa lahat naman ng araw na makakalimutan, kaarawan mo pa. Saksakin mo na ko sa puso kahit tumulo at maubos ang dugo, mapatawad mo lang ako. Ang dapat na malambing na sulat parang gagamitin pa sa relasyong tila may malat at susubukang isalba at sana, kaya pa. Alam ko namang tatawanan mo lang na ginagawa kong malaking bagay ito pero tangina lang talaga, di ko dapat nakalimutan ang espesyal na araw mo. Pero huli man, naragsak nga panagkasangay mo, ading ko! Sa pay kuma, mapakawan nak pay. Ni manang mo, ubing pay ngem astunay kabaw nan. Huhuhu, sorry na. Ayayaten ka, ading ko. Mamati ka kuma latta. Teka nga, sandali. Tangina, tula na 'to, eh.

Humihingi ng tawad plus bumabati ng maligayang kaarawan kahit huling huli na,

Manang mong jemgandasexy

[loggedletters]

i think i'm in love with a douchebag. i don't care what others would think of me. pero natatakot ako, idk why at 'di ko alam kung anong dapat kong gawin.

Paanong douchebag, hon? You don't have to think of what others think of you but you have to think for yourself.

[loggedletters]

May I borrow some of your pictures?

Which ones? And for what?

[evenhigherwalls]

[loggedletters]

I am a fool, am I not? For a moment today, I thought my words will be enough to shoo the doubts away and my arms will keep you warm, my poems will protect you from fears and my lips will be enough to tell tomorrow it can go fuck itself. I hope I can trace my fingers on you right now, just so you'll know that you're beautiful and that my tongue craves of you. But maybe, nothing will ever be enough unless you plant and bloom trust in what we have. It is not an act I can do alone. I can't do this with only a pair of hands. 

-Don't Give Up

[word-stuck]

[loggedletters]

Never apologize for coming into my life. It may seem to be different for all the wrong reasons but it makes me happy even for only two existing right reasons and those are you love me and I love you. When I met you, I finally got what "me and you against the world" means. I finally experienced what "true" feels and saw how capable the heart  can love a person beyond this realm. I have always wanted someone who will want to see my scars no matter how much I warn of them being hideous, who is willing to waste time on unraveling my secrets, my idiosyncrasies, my insecurities and my fears, who's not afraid to lose sleep just to make sure I am not hating before I slumber. And you came. Who am I to be overparticular on who comes when I myself is not someone worth having? If in the end of this, we won't tie with each other, remember please. A part of me is not simply a part of you. A part of me is you.

-Why you should stop worrying

[alexandchloe]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Staying quiet doesn’t mean I’ve nothing to say. It means I don’t think you’re ready to hear my thoughts.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[loggedletters]

Your lies are nothing but water disguised to be drugs that heal, fool my heart and mind into thinking that forever is mine and yours, ours. Placebo effect, something I couldn't understand until you came and fused me with always that never happened again, forever that was so fast I didn't even feel it passing, infinity that ended the next day. "Pull the plug," one day, you suddenly decided and I had only hours to realize I was dying. My insides had been rotting, my veins cut open bleeding, and my flesh burning since day one, yet I only found out when my breaths were already numbered. You see, I wish I could have lived my remaining days with the truth.

-When you think lying is okay