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| She may not have the exact melody that I’ve been wanting to hear but she sure has one of the winding words ever written, continuously surprising, drove me to love her more, pushed me deeper than I have ever imagined. How can I not fall with someone who expresses so clear so well and so sweet, do nothing but smile and would still make you feel so loved. She made me do things I thought I’d never do, made me want to kiss like it would be the last, made me wish to forever hold the hand of the girl who literally taught me how to love. It’s the things that she is unaware of that is slowly watering me down. I may keep some things on the sly but I know to myself that this one is unvarnished but true, at last I have fallen on my feet and now ready to dig in my heels. I can never forgive myself if I failed to accidentally set my eyes on this stranger nor can I be this happy feeling so complete with anyone but her. I could tell so much but would rather not so she will remain as natural as she is to me. i love her... i know... | | |
| UPDATE: NUMBER HAS BEEN CHANGED
ive been talking to myself a lot "again". not that im confused about anything nor troubled. well, somewhat yes? its still with me.. everyday.. i can still hear her name coming out of me.. still see the alphabets from every simple stroke of my hand.. her voice reverberating nearly tickling my ears.. full of contradictions yet I am thrilled..
i should be fine by now but... i still find myself alone, staring and explaining things on my own, trying to justify everything, trying to make myself believe that I am actually listening.. then i guess im not...
What would I do if I am not afraid...
keep her....
let me...
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| i miss her, basically her, just her and none of the things she did gave me more than half an excuse not to. uncertain if i still want to hear my aspiration till the call grows. now that im getting through it but never alone or i may die unexpectedly. such is needed now that we're on the ropes. let me sleep through the disturbance of this thought and hose away the excess blood pumping within that opens the trembling part of me.
but id still wish shed ask for me.
just a thought. antok na. been with the girl looking for a top, had mackers, blew me some news, went home and think.
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| I wanted to keep my expectations but im afraid im starting to let it go. to live by the faith of still wanting her but soon enough i'll loose my grip. another her, another past. "a misfit whose take-it-or-leave-it attitude had left me all alone" as they say.
im loving the weather here, the smoke floating embracing my skin, the contentment I am feeling but definitely not my way of thinking.
--- feb. 19, morato | | |
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