#adminliane

[escafeism]

Maybe the reason why you fall in and out of love so easily is that you keep on finding the person who would love you in the way you think you deserved and how you should be loved. I hope someday you’ll realize that maybe all this time, the love you were searching for was there all along. Maybe that kind of love you were looking for should’ve came from yourself first.

self-love is important (letterstoliane)

[escafeism]

I wish I could write you in any other way I could but this. I wish I could write our love without spilling some bitterness in it. I wish I could tell the world of your love and the contentment that you give me. But right now, this is the only way I know how to write you without hurting myself furthermore just by merely remembering the memories we’ve shared and the good times we’ve had. Right now, the only way I know how to cage your name into words is by writing how you aren’t here anymore.

the way that you left me is an oeuvre (l.s)

[escafeism]

We are nothing but broken fragments. We were both damaged. And maybe it was wrong–so wrong for the both of us to think that the only way to fix ourselves is my pouring our hearts and souls for one another. We were both not ready for love. How could we? If we can’t even give it to our own selves? Thinking that you can fix me and I can fix you is very erroneous for there is no one else in this planet who could fix us but ourselves. You don’t need me and I don’t need you. I need me and you need you. I am unsure if what we really have is love or we just romanticized it because we were both lonely. We fed up our minds with so much fantasies of you and me but instead of getting fixed and whole again we just pushed ourselves to further breaking, aching, crying, and tearing apart. Maybe one day, if that time comes–I am hoping that it will–when we are not made up of broken parts anymore, I am still holding on to this anticipation that your pieces will fit with mine.

b r o k e n  f r a g m e n t s (L.S)

[escafeism]

I am saying goodbye to you in a way that the waves kisses the shore, the way the sun sets and kisses the sky in the most vivid and prepossessing way it could before the moon replaces it. I am saying goodbye to you in the same way of how the moon disappears into nothingness once the sun rises again in the morning or just like how the stars vanish one by one from the sky once the morning comes. This goodbye means that it is not the end. This goodbye is for temporary fixing– I have to fix and find myself and so do you. It doesn’t necessarily mean that I am leaving you just like how a living thing closes its eyes and exhales for one last time when it dies, or just like how I put period into my sentences to seal it and confirm that it’s already the end. I will be back. Maybe if we were both the right person, and it is already the right time. Because for now, I don’t think this love we have is enough for us to surpass the trials and problems approaching. This goodbye of mine doesn’t mean to inflict wounds upon you but instead give you hope that this is not the end of our story. My goodbye hugs you with overflowing emotions that there will be a certain and finally, right time for the both of us.

Not all love stories ends with goodbye; this is not our ending (letterstoliane)

[escafeism]

What if? What if I never get over you? What if I woke up and your voice already echoes in my head even before I open my eyes? What if I can see you in every thing, and every place I go? What if that time I was waiting for isn’t certain?–the time that I’ll finally get over you? I see you in my past and my future, and it aches my heart that I couldn’t have you in my present. What if I was the one who broke my heart and not you? I became so damaged because of the fabricated image of me and you that I have weaved in my mind for so long? What if we weren’t really made for each other from the start? What if you were made for someone else and I am made for myself? With just a glimpse of an eye, I witnessed how you turned into a “what if” when all along I thought you are already my “what is”. Was I wrong at that too? For thinking that you have given me the reassurance and certainty I always thought that was here?

you used to be my “what is” (letterstoliane)

[escafeism]

we were both broken but you chose to fix her

you just broke me even more (L.S)

[escafeism]

Bigla na lang, Bigla na lang may namiss ako Hindi ko alam. Hindi siguro ikaw, Hindi rin yung dating tayo Pero baka yung dating ako Bago ko makilala ang isang tulad mo.

L.S

[escafeism]

i’ve experienced missing you before i know i should be used to it i’ve experienced missing you before i miss you when we’re miles away i miss you when you’re not with me i miss you every minute and second of my life. but now i know, that the most painful part of missing someone is when you know that they are never coming back and when you left, i realized that’s what hurts the most

i stil miss you and it still hurts (L.S)