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[neilthedevil]

SILHOUETTES

[neilthedevil]

ONE AFTERNOON AT MAKATI

[jakepullsthetrigger]

9.22.2015

You know what. Maybe we should stop writing about love. Maybe, in my own opinion, maybe we should stop enclosing every heartbeat and emotions and memories to that same old romantic film over and over. We are more than that, love.

We are forest fires - wild and unstoppable. We devour everything in our path. We burn our flesh with each touch and curse every skin with every sensation. We are firetrucks running out of gasoline. Running wildly from one street to another but we just don’t know when to end. We never get used to the silent nights because we are always about scratches and loud screams and messy bed sheets. We are tired bones. We are broken bodies. We are toxic spills on paper pretending to write poetry but we will never be as beautiful as words.

We are messed up.

And I accept you for being one.

Thanks.

[jakepullsthetrigger]

Battement du coeur (noun, Fr.)

My head over your chest. The hymn made us lost in translation. We cannot understand a single word from beat to beat, but we know, that it is similar to the music of breakfast food being fried and birds chirping outside the window, of the busy streets of Manila, the laughing of the children and the canned scripts heard on the television. It has always been synonymous with home.

It sounded like the slow passing of the Metro train on a rainy evening. An ocean of strangers anticipating hot milk and that warm cozy bed. The freshness of hot showers and tender kisses. The sensation of skin communicating with each other from touch to touch. It was painting the night sky on your flesh, and owning every corner. Remember what the Greeks thought - heroes and epics deserve a place in the heavenly constellations. Maybe that is why I have always been gazing at your map.

[jakepullsthetrigger]

Dear Eric,

Everyday might not always be about sunshines and smiles, but I promise you, even in the strongest storm, I will be here next to you. You can hold on me. I am heavy, right? And that can surely help us from not being drifted away. And like what I said to you before, if ever we forget about our umbrellas, we won’t fear the rain. Instead, I will pull you, dance with you, sing with you under the rain. And yes, I will ignite, to keep you warm even what will be left of me are ashes.

And dear, when the whole world seems to be crumbling, let it be. Let the pieces fall. Let the walls break. Let your fragile bones rest on the heave of the world. Let it be. Because after the shake, I will help you pick up the pieces, put them all together, and make a more beautiful canvass than before. We will survive every war, and we will survive it together.

And love, whenever you are alone, and the night seems to be so lonely, look at the sky. Remember, we are under one constellation, and after every breakdown, we still have the whole galaxy to see how beautiful our story can get. A story worth being remembered. A story deserving to be painted by the Greeks on the night.

Love, I might have said this before: forever does exist. It’s just a matter of perspective. We believe that forever is not measured through numerical data and then enclosed into statistics to be quantified. Instead, it is a feeling. A home. A candle light during blackouts. Old photographs on bad days. It is the kisses, the cuddles, the love.

Remember, you are not a broken record. You are a wonderful song that echoes in the corridors of the people who love you. I love you.

Love, Jake

[jakepullsthetrigger]

Dear,

We grew up in a generation that keeps on repeating that forevers do not exist, that happy endings only happen on movies, and that our idea of love is being continually reinforced by those formula romantic movies. Love has become so trivial and cynical. We all fear. We all have doubts. We all have had our douse of mistakes and taste of happiness.

But dear, let me tell you this: forever does exist. It is not counted by years or numbers, or by phases of after dying or carrying into another life. Remember, that forever is a feeling. It is that feeling of happiness on a mundane day. The feeling of hope. Those times you realize your value again. Those times when something good starts to melt of the shadows of your wounds and woes.

Remember dear, what we have now, is the feeling that we call as forever. And about happy endings? Who said we want an ending from our happiness?

[jakepullsthetrigger]

I know this will sound cheesy but the heck I don’t care. yes, I love you very much. Let’s create beautiful photographs and stories together. Let’s travel together. Let’s open Christmas gifts together. Let’s spend the whole night together. Let'ss grow old together. Yes, together, dear.

[jakepullsthetrigger]

This is for all the lovers who drink too much beer and smoke so much cigarettes but never tried changing the other based on the idea of the ideal love. This is for the lovers who transcend gender because love is not about the flesh. This is for the lovers who run through forest fires to save wooden cabins. This is for the lovers who wait for time in the dead night. This is for the lovers who walk distance. This is for the lovers who leave claw marks and hickeys the following morning. This is for all the lovers who never met at all. This is for all the lovers who wrote poetry to immortalize fleeting memories. This is for all the lovers who died in the name of love. 

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