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Patuloy Na Maglalakbay

Napakaraming daan ang pwedeng tahakin, ngunit mas pinili kong muling tahakin ang daan patungo sa iyo. Hindi alintana ang pait at pasakit na dinulot nito sa aking pagkatao. Muli ako'y susugal. Susugal sa isang larong walang kasiguraduhan. Sugal na pwedeng mag dulot na naman ng mga panibagong latay sa pusong hindi pa nag hihilom. Muling mag babakasakaling makakasalubong ka sa isang sulok ng daigdig. Malaya. Matapang. Alam na ang pag ibig na nais.

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Marupok ang pakpak ng Angel

Muli, naging saksi na naman ang silid sa isang pagkakasala. Pag kakasalang dadalhin habang buhay. Pag kakasalang pilit lilimutin. Bumigay na naman ang munting Anghel sa temtasyon. Naging marupok na naman ang kanyang mga pakpak. Tanging pag tangis lamang ang kaya niyang gawing panlunas sa pusong nag dadalamhati.

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Hayaan mong ang bawat salitang kanyang bibigkasin ang paulit ulit na tatarak sa iyong puso. Aasang sa bawat sakit at pait na matatamo puso'y matututo.

Hayaan ang lamig ng gabi ay tumagos sa higaang gawa sa kahoy ay mamutawi hanggang sa hindi na nito maramdaman muli ang sakit at pasakit ng madilim na kahapon.

Hayaan ang mga tala't bituin at ang katahimikang bumabalot sa hating gabi ang maging saksi sa isang pusong tumatangis at nangungulila.

Alam ko hindi na muli mauulit ang araw mg ating pagkikita. Mga masasayang alala nalang ang aking babaunin sa aking pag uwi. At sa pag tahak sa daan pauwi, muli ako'y aasa na makakasalubong kita sa magulong lansangan ng Maynila.

Alaala nalang ng maamo mong muka at tunog ng iyong tawa ang akin dadalhin sa ating muling pag kikita. Ngunit sa ngayon hanggang dito nalamang muna. Puso'y kailangan munang mapag isa upang mag hilom ang mga latay natinamo sa ating pagkakakilala. Kaya hanggang dito nalang muna. Paalam.

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Nakakatakot lumayo pero mas nakakatakot ata kung lumayo ako't hindi mo habulin.

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Hindi ko na alam kung kailangan ko na bang sumuko.

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You and I are two different people. You’re quiet to my loud, bold to my hesitant, shy to my outgoing. When I shrink back, you march forward. When I stand fearlessly, you pull away. When I speak too loudly, you whisper. And when you raise your voice, I pull you closer, trying to silently kiss your anger away.

We’re two different people, with two wildly different hearts.

You come from strictness and strength; I come from loudness and independence. We fit together, imperfectly but wonderfully. And as we’ve loved, we’ve learned our way around these opposites. We’ve learned to let go and lean in.

But damn, are we different.

I’ve always been the one to jump into love with two feet. You’ve always been the one who takes things slow. You speak what’s on your mind, carefully and tenderly. I keep my voice silent, but pour my heart out on paper, line after line of emotion that I’ll only share with you if you ask.

You want me to take things day by day. I want to plan out a small future. You want me to write for you. I want you to know what I’m thinking before I even put the pen to paper.

We are opposites in so many ways—in our backgrounds, with our past loves, with the way we speak and listen and learn and let each other in.

We are so different, but damn, do we love.

And we keep on trying, keep searching for ways, keep talking to each other, trying to understand how and why and what we can do to love one another better.

So please, promise me one thing as we stumble forward in this love: Promise that you’ll keep loving me for me. Promise that you’ll keep trying to know me, to understand me, to love me, in both the way you know how, and the way I need.

Promise that you’ll meet me halfway. That you’ll put forth all of your heart, to love me somewhere in the middle. And I’ll do the same.

Promise that you’ll give yourself to me in all the ways you possibly can, and I’ll match your heart in the ways I know how.

Maybe it doesn’t matter if we are two polar opposites, that we love so differently, and that we have different ways of thinking. Maybe what matters is that we love with all we have.

Maybe what matters is that we don’t stop—even when things get hard, even when we start to lose focus, even when one of us feels that we won’t ever be understood. Maybe if that happens, we can search inside ourselves for strength and keep on loving until that other person’s heart heals back up again.

Maybe it’s better that we’re so different, so that we’ll never give up on each other.

So please, love me like you know how to love. And I’ll love you how I know I can, no halfsies, no fear, no holding back. Love me in that way that doesn’t make sense, but fills my entire soul. And I’ll love you right back, even deeper, even fuller.

Meet me somewhere in the middle, our opposites clashing and colliding and becoming one.

It doesn’t matter how we’re different or how we love, all that matters is that we do. And baby, I can promise you, I do.

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Patawarin mo ang iyong sarili nang ilang ulit. Hindi lang isa, dalawa o sampong ulit ngunit ng libong beses pa dahil higit sa lahat siya ang may kailangan nito.

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It’s so easy for most of us to forget about ourselves when we fall helplessly in love with another. We become fragile, lightweight beings who turn their backs on self-love and become a complete mess. Eating your motivational words, like it’s your dinner. And that’s sad, because if you constantly have to question your self-worth, then baby girl, maybe it ain’t worth it.

Don’t. Settle. For. Anything. Less. Than. What. You. Think. You. Deserve.

And don’t let anyone, most especially a person you care for, make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.

Keep walking.

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Kung wala ng sapat na dahilan para manatili, siguro sapat na dahilan na iyon upang lumisan.

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Naliligaw na Anghel

Marahil isa karing nawawalang anghel. Pagod at malungkot na anghel. Marami akong kilalang katulad mo na gumagala sa bawat araw na lumilipas. Naghahanap ng kanlungan upang ipahinga ang kanilang mga pagod na pakpak sa paghihintay. Ngunit patawad, hindi ako ang iyong kanlungan. Hindi ako ang gagamot sa iyong pakpak na pagod na sa napakatagal na paghihintay. Ito’y nasa kung saan.