Choose Your Own Misadventure

Life is like a classic game of choose your own adventure wherein every choice we make gives us a different outcome. We could try alternative paths to achieve an alternative ending. Unfortunately, undoing something in the real world is not as easy as shuffling pages and starting over is not at all a luxury.

Fire with Fire

Coffee's appeal may be partly due to its bitter taste and not to mention its addictive aroma. Her bitterness, on the other hand, smells of nicotine and rot. It probably tastes just as horrendous. She eyes me deviously like a snake hiding treacherously in the sand. She aims to strike where I am most vulnerable. She asks no questions...unapologetic and shows no mercy.

At this point, I feel like I have nothing much left to lose. I still have a few things up my sleeve. I refuse to play dirty but i know just how to level the field when i need to. I save my best tricks for last.

Surprise Surprise

I was taken aback by the unexpected invite. I had a few minutes to rack my brain for a decision before the opportunity dissipated into the cold evening. The EDSA traffic bought me some time. My brain tried to weigh the consequences as i stared at the phone i gripped in my hand. A part of me wanted to indulge. A huge chunk of my being was fixated on what i seriously wanted versus what i needed at that moment. There were no certainties, no backing out. For some reason, at the back of my head, i was praying for a way out. A deep breath then i allowed fate to take the lead.

wistful thinking

Wouldn’t it be great if we had a switch built-in so that we could turn off all of our emotions until we are certain that it’s safe to feel something? No more sense of hope when you meet someone interesting or simply breath-taking. No overwhelming excitement when there seems to be even an infinitesimal probability--a minute spark. Not a chance will you anticipate the other’s next move--perhaps too predictable yet vague after the seemingly consistent encounters.

No more simulated expectations.

Wouldn’t it just be grand if we didn’t need to go through emotional torment?

But then how else could we feel alive when love seems to hurl us into a sedated realm. After previous mishaps, only pain lets you know that your heart has not yet turned to stone.

off the beaten path

I do not want this chain to break. The very chain that heaved me up consistently, higher by the day, out of the murky puddle of woe that I was stuck in. Ironic how a chain could emancipate me yet bind me in its spell all at once.

It did not take long for the masochist that used to stare back at me in the mirror to no longer have a hold on me. I did not even realize right away that I have taken a new path.

I am free.

441

441 days flew by so quickly like the whole thing was merely a delusion...utter mirth now blurred by that pitiless illumination that roused me. I seem to have lost myself in the mirth that was muddled occasionally by despondencies that intensified little by little until I woke from my slumber.

snakes & ladders

As I clutched my 2nd cup of coffee in my hand, It dawned on me that the strong brew cannot rouse me from my jaded state. Neither can it fully wake me to face the merciless realization that I just stumbled upon. Once again, I am on my own, walking along the edge of waking and my sordid dreamscape. It doesn't hurt when I’m asleep but the same delusions still haunt me once in a while. Time has started to heal my wounded heart but the path to recovery is full of pitfalls and deceptive contraptions. This is just like playing a board game: one bad throw of the dice and I could stumble several steps back. If worse comes to worst, I could even end up in the beginning. Only one thing is acceptable at this point:

I'll give it my best shot and play only to win.

vignette

I felt the intoxicating brew course through my system as the music pounded my eardrums. Everybody seemed to find the fist fight outside amusing. The crowd cheered and stood on their benches to get a good look at the troubled teens throwing futile punches at each other. How cliche, I thought, yet I was trying to wash away my own troubles with the sweet, strong potion.

Drink, they said. Be merry! Enjoy the company of true friends and the amazing view in red, stealing glances. It made me think, but I had a momentary relapse. So what? My thoughts were preoccupied with one face that will subsequently haunt me no more. How long will this last? The excruciating feeling of acrid dismissal yanked my heartstrings then I snapped out of it.

Smoke & Mirrors

A diversion...a temporary ploy to escape my pained existence. Distractions come and go, filling the gargantuan hole in my being but at the end of the day or the verge of consciousness, I could possibly still long for the things that are bad for me.

The wound is still here. It hurts less by the day. Sure, I'm a fast healer and I know the void will eventually disappear but I am, for now muddling through--right here, right now.

Relationships Are Like Glass

"Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together." (Anonymous)

I completely agree with this. Sometimes, we try too hard to make a relationship work and we only end up being bitter or frustrated in the end. Most of our efforts may not really be given due appreciation. Sometimes we point fingers in the end.

Even a masochist should know when to let go. Sometimes we need to give ourselves a break, take a moment to stand back and look at things from a different perspective.

my heart is catching up with my brain

it's just like any injury, you feel numb at first but then the pain spreads slowly like venom. You wait in silence until you are completely consumed by it.

Head-on Collision

I’ve written numerous entries about unrequited love on my blog. Most of us have had our fair share of stories to tell about this subject. A cliché subject, yes, if what you have in mind is this typical scenario: A loves B but B loves C or simply doesn’t feel the same way. If you are not a masochist, you’ll probably feel bitter; go through the usual detox process and that's it! Not much harm done.

Have you ever experienced unrequited love while in a relationship? If you have, you know that the pain seems embedded into your very core, incapacitating you to a certain degree. It is simply because you have invested so much emotionally and have gotten so used to having the other person around. You were so wrapped up in your made-up world to notice. Perhaps you didn’t see the telltale signs. Certain circumstances could’ve clouded your judgment or how you chose to react.

It’s too late. The truth collides with your artificial universe, leaving you stupefied. It is rather horrific but life goes on. You let go not because it is easy, not merely because it is good for you but because it’s what the other person craves. You are only besotted to oblige.

Wounded

No matter how many times your heart gets crushed by your significant other's harsh words or behavior, your heart gets mended, good as new, with a simple gesture of affection. Sadly, the magic only works when the feelings are real and go both ways. Otherwise, your heart stays broken, leaving you mutilated and bleeding.

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I must be too transparent that I just blend into the background, forgotten. Too easy to read that I am unable to contain my feelings that should have been kept to myself. I give too much away, perhaps, that I am open to being taken for granted. I care too much, willing to succumb to whatever makes the person I love happy even if it means giving up my own--even when my beloved's happiness doesn't involve me.

Insomniac

If there's anything more painful than being loathed by anyone that matters to you, it is to be shown indifference. Actually, this is not being done to you by choice. The other person simply does not give a hoot, PERIOD. Hatred is a much more powerful emotion apart from love. Who cares if I still exist, if I'm waiting in vain, if I'm lying here sleepless or have fallen off the face off the planet? I DO--but that doesn't really take away my affliction now, does it?

Unforgivable Mush :)

Someone's status on FB once read "You love the most when you hurt the most". There is no better time than right now to acknowledge how true this quote is. Love can give us a natural high that no type of drug can bring about. But love can also be overwhelming to the point of being destructive . It can make a person falter to the ground, make us weep our eyes out no matter how tough we consider ourselves to be.

Not loving enough can cause a person to be careless and take someone for granted. At the same time, people are terrified by the thought of loving someone too much that it makes them push the other person away.

They say love is supposedly unconditional. Love can make you do crazy, unexpected things. As a matter of fact, it has made me do things that I would normally detest and wouldn't do for myself. I have taken humongous, life-altering risks and actually loved every moment of it! I guess when you're faced with this reality, your ultimate desire is not your own comfort and happiness but the welfare of the person for whom your heart beats.

Love is pure mush and sheer bliss but can be absolute torture during challenging times. You give your best and would endure almost anything even if there are no guarantees.

Carnival

As my feelings unravel and
Evolve beyond my control
I find myself walking on a tightrope
Hoping that you would rid me of my uncertainties.
I wish I could somehow peer into your heart's chambers
To see for myself if I'm still there somewhere.
You seem to be at a standstill
While I seem to outdo myself more and more
Being all naive and eager to believe
That you feel enough if not as much as you used to.

The Ex Factor

In this modern day and age of story-telling, you can probably name several unexpected, extremely vague plot wrap-ups. I thought I’d seen it all but nothing could prepare for what collided with me this afternoon. The ending was brutal and twisted like having a dagger pierce through my very core, getting torn limb from limb, immobilizing me completely seemingly for good.

But what was hard to swallow was that for the vague endings fed to us by Hollywood, there was at least something along the storyline that gave you an idea about the outcome…possibilities that made the story end that way. My story was nothing of this sort. I woke up from a good dream to a harsh reality with no clarity and nothing discernible to hold on to but the bitter stare of the person who once held me in my sleep and kissed me goodnight.

Redpill

Wide-eyed, I sit in a room with two people yet I feel completely alone. I feel like a fool staring into the darkness. I waited for hours eventually drifting off with a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation. I awake only to swallow the bitter pill.

The air reeks of alcohol and somehow i hope that I'm the one who is intoxicated at this moment...numb to any type of emotion or any physical feeling.

There are times when the most minute thing could make you ponder on your worth to another.

disturbia

Have you ever had that nagging feeling about someone that you just could not shake off? Guilt-stricken, you tried to rid your system of the negativity, attempted desperately to latch on to reason and keep your mind off the ghastly possibilities.

What triggers your ruthless mind to play such images in your brain? Could it be from past exploits? Is it from seeing what appear to be subtle hints with no clarification or from pondering on the key players in the current setup that cause such thoughts to tease that disturbed head of yours?

Little things...key players... are you just seriously paranoid or are these actually signals?

Proceed with caution.

As they say, when there's smoke there's fire.

Ex Marks The Spot

There's a pang of jealousy that threatens to eliminate all reason at this moment. The sting is unlike anything I have dealt with in the past. It is a somewhat uncomfortable change.

How does one compare to the person that your significant other used to be madly in-love with? The truth is, you simply don't. She will be, more often than not, the one that got away.

Expect the occasional phantom jab in the rib or a brief yank at your heartstrings until the dust settles and everything becomes clear.

Shadows, Scars and Sensibility

There's a shadow looming over me. To think it's not even my own, it takes the same path as mine and mimics some of my moves. Its presence causes a heavy feeling of dread and anxiety in my chest. I feel a wave of insecurity wash over me and a discomforting hint of distrust.

The feeling is fleeting yet, whatever it is, it turns out that my fear stems from the realization that the shadow is not upon me but i could possibly be dwelling in it.

No Reservations

For the last several chapters of my life, I've talked mostly about love unrequited, fear of taking risks and my sado-masochistic tendencies with the affairs of the heart.

In this present chapter of my existence, i have turned over a new leaf. Not only did I take a huge risk, I have made a giant leap beyond my boundaries in my quest to discover myself and find mirth.

Currently, with no holds barred, I went through the initial stages of attraction, gained new friendships and rediscovered a repressed persona that has been in a coma for as long as i could remember.

How will this chapter unravel? I suppose it's up to the key players to play their parts well. We can only sit back and allow the story to unfold.

And the plot thickens...

Everyone Deserves A Happy Ending

Do you honestly believe that love in its purest form is unconditional? Social status, color, gender...do these really matter? Would you go against the odds or turn a deaf ear to society's rantings just to be with the one?

A lot of people from different walks of life have opted to use their minds over their hearts simply because it was the most convenient way to go about the situation.

Great Expectations Latch Onto You Like Leeches That Drain You Of Your Sensibility

Rejection can feel like a slap in the face no matter how brutally frank or subtle a person puts it across. As painful as the truth may be, the ultimate end in mind will be for the greater good. It may be the remedy to the pointless sleeplessness or to ease the burden of not knowing where you fit in someone’s universe. If there’s nothing to expect, there’s no better time but NOW to face reality and put an end to your misery. You will undoubtedly be freed from your captor in no time.

I say indifference is the worst thing you can ever get out of the situation. A person who does not give a f*ck does not have any concern for your feelings. Maybe he’s torn, maybe he does not know what to say or do. Do not dwell on the what-ifs. Do not expect him to have a change of heart. We are only as good as the choices we make.

Just move right along and never look back.

Got Myself A Band-aid

The hole he has pierced into my heart isn’t really that big yet the wound is deep and has been fresh for quite some time now. At times he would seem so distant. I would feel as though we are drifting apart. The neglect temporary easing me of the sting of unrequited feelings. I never had the chance to make much of it until it was right in my face.

I prefer not to learn the truth first hand. Now that I can taste it, I realize that this is one of those endings that make you wish you could rewrite the plot. Perhaps change the characters and make the ending more agreeable. We never really get to redo our life's stories so we just learn to deal with the outcome of our actions. We get calloused and tend to think we will know better next time.

Oh, really now?

Disappointment is slowly creeping up on me

Somebody had the weirdest notion that letting him know how i feel would liberate me from the bondage i have set upon myself. That seeing with own eyes that he would remain unmoved will give me the closure that i desired. Instead, I find myself exposed like a gaping wound, more vulnerable than ever.

i got my answer--indifference is a thousandfold worse than feelings reciprocated or even rejection.

Coming Clean

When I feel their eyes on me, I can almost hear their thoughts. They are probably waiting for me to make a wrong move or do something controversial so they would have something juicy to talk about. They expect me to be predictable, to always go for the obvious choice. They were right about a few things, smelled the gyst of some but they craved to tweak the details for their own enjoyment. They got one of the biggest stories distorted. If there are three versions of that story out there, only one is correct--MINE! This confuses another part of the population because of yet another myth about me. Oh well. They say that you are nobody if you are not talked about. I just hope that the next time you hear something in the grapevine, you will use all logic and reason before deciding who are what to believe in. You might just find yourself in my shoes one of these days.

tsk, tsk, tsk...

There is an unmistakable tension between us lately. The force is unseen yet stands in my way like a monstrous, breathing barrier. Could it be paranoia, guilt or my suppressed feelings bursting at the seams? Emotions struggling to be made known...
I feel like I've done my part--maybe not enough but I've done as much as my norms would allow. Maybe even a little beyond that. It's really up to him to decipher the signs. What if he has broken the codes but he didn't like what he found out?

There is no time to regret things that cannot be undone. I think i have enough sense to know a brush-off when i see one :(

the end of writer's block could only mean one thing... :(

Most people think they’ve got me figured out.

They watch my every move, predicting what I would do next…

Deciding without thinking what to make out of what they see.

They know nothing about me at all.

They know nothing about the surreptitious feelings that is causing my despair.

He has made it clear that I do not fit anywhere in his life.

Toxic as my schedule may be, I’m ready to drop whatever I’m doing just to be with him…

To spend a brief moment of mirth simply having the most platonic conversation that can transpire

Between two friends of opposite sexes.

I bet he knows not how I feel about him.

It has probably never crossed his mind.

How can he not notice how his smile lights up my face?

Our fleeting chitchats...

How oblivious can he get?

Does he turn a deaf ear or play blind to what he does not want to recognize?

I could possibly love him but he doesn’t give a damn now, does he?

Where Serpents Dwell

The sound of her voice passes through my ear like a low steady hiss.

I can almost see her split tongue flicking between her seemingly ceramic teeth.

I feel her eyes on me…cold and observant. I dare not make a move nor

Make a sound in fear of being attacked if I looked away.

I guess that’s how serpents are. They shed skin inaudibly; creep up on you when you least expect it.

I’ll watch your back if you watch mine.

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"When God closes a door, He opens a window" I'm sure you've heard this before. I'm a firm believer of this and thankful that with all the heartaches I've had in this lifetime so far, He has never shut the door in my face and let me suffocate in my anguish. Getting over a broken heart is never easy but a diversion always comes along, the timing impeccable each time. Besides, there's no point wallowing in sadness, shedding more tears for someone who has chosen to take a different direction or simply does not reciprocate your feelings. What do you reckon? :)

it was quite a slap in the face...

I am at a loss for words. I am taken aback by the revelation...a confirmation to the nagging suspicions, the answer i already saw coming.

My stubborn heart would not let me embrace the impossibility of its craving. I can feel my chest tighten as i bite back the tears that threaten to flow.

I only have myself to blame for my affliction `cause I always end up breaking my own rules, falling into the same trap again and again.

from scratch

Now that we have made amends, it's like getting to know you all over again. A mysterious stranger that swept me and countless others off our feet.

How cliché.

absinthe

It's in my blood, running through my veins. I feel it coursing through my entire being. They say it could temporarily rid me of my worries...a momentary fix for the happiness i crave. Surely they jest for it has magnified my pain tenfold, beckoning my other self, bringing forth feelings I've been desperately trying to conceal all this time.

Foolhardy

My heart feels like it's no longer there. Obliterated by your tactless mind. Your smile and your gaze my kryptonite. My proud demeanor you have dragged ruthlessly to the mud. I was completely fooled into thinking that we could be together nothing but the machinations of sheer want.

saw it coming

Have you ever felt too mesmerized to move, to make a decision, to just walk away?

There are times when we are drawn to something. The attachment is inexplicable yet you just cannot rid your system of this fixation.

The signs say it all, you thought foolishly to yourself. You tried to avoid it but the distinct connection just latched on to your memory. you actually saw it coming,and now the truth stares back at you, mocking you. you have not been blind, you were justtoo caught up in the drama.

Torn

I always get caught between extremes. Contradicting forces that play with my emotions. Conflicting mind-trips that get me through the day. You can love one and hate him the next. Whatever their flaws may be, one complements what the other lacks. Who do i prefer again?

New Year

Looking back, i get butterflies in my tummy thinking how 2006 just went by so rapidly. Every moment awaken in my memory, pulling me in different dirrections, fierce, melancholy and at the same time happy.

There were so many chances wasted because of silly nothings. Beginnings that eventually faded to nothingness though the diversion and excitement were worth the while.

Jaded Returns

“It’s all about taking risks! You can't have your guard up all the time!"

Yeah, yeah, yeah. So I’ve been told. I’ve played this game before, you know. So don’t think I don’t get the point. I get it, alright but something or someone always gets in the way. Why would I go on a suicide mission armed only with uncertainty and possibly one-sided affection for him.

Bottom line is, I have opened windows and collapsed walls surrounding me. I scuttled to the door to open it but he wasn’t the one standing there. See? Bummer, huh?

A girl appreciates being put on a pedestal but it’s no fun just being up there with nothing but the air for company.

Oh well, on to the next chapter...

yada, yada...

Remember your first heartbreak? That sappy, love-sick song you heard on the radio was telling the truth. You would wonder why the world hasn't stopped revolving, how everything around you was still the same when you feel like absolute crap. Pathetic, i know, but that's the bitter reality.You swore to yourself that you would know better next time but do we ever really learn?

You could have your guard up all the time and vow to only let it down when you are positively sure about this person but more often than not, history does repeat itself and you could end up right where you started. It's the choices that we make that change but the situations are mostly the same.

It took me more than a year to get over the fact that he's never coming back. He will always be my friend, he is just an e-mail or phone call away but he is living in his own world now (miles away!) so get over it. I did...but it sure wasn't a cakewalk.

My Demise...

Grappled by the intensity of your smile,elated by your entrance and proximity. Reality dawns and my heart sinks,drowning me in the memory of your empty gaze.
Am I not the biggest fool of all? Pretending…wishing silently.Ravaged by the blatant truth...ignorance could be sheer bliss...lies my only escape.

The Narf, the Scrunt and C-cleaveland H-h-heep

Alot of people commented that the movie was weird, not typical hollywood, blah blah blah. EXACTLY! It wouldn't be an M. Night Film if it were your typical suspense/horror slasher/gore-fest flick.I didn't get bored watching this movie and it's refreshing to see something original every once in a while. Even the cinematography had shyamalan's signature all over it.

Visit http://www.mnight.com/lady_in_the_water to read more about the film and the writer-director.

Your thoughts?

Strangebrew II

I want to erase you from my consciousness. To my utter frustration, you remain--stubborn as the stains from the coffee we once shared...pesky as your child-like mindtrip.

wada^%#$^*&?!

It was lovely to hear your voice again. It still never fails to soothe me whenever you sing for me--or that's what I want to think. Secretly I wished that the heartfelt words were for me, that I am the one that you love. Somehow, somewhere I foolishly discerned that this was possible but after all this time I realized...I am just a fall back girl and nothing more.

Strange Brew I

Latte– mild enough to be comfy with though it could get boring that you need to add a little flavor to it and it doesn’t really keep me awake. Besides, I just hate waiting around for all that milk to steam.
Caffe Americano– Strong, potent...I want more yet too much of it could make my heart palpitate with such vehemence. Just thinking about it jolts me back to my senses.

Tales From the Jeepney I

I can feel their eyes on me...watching my every move...ears keen on every bit of the conversation.

The fat chick is glaring at me. Something in the way she is studying me from head to foot makes me want to rip out her eyes from their sockets and pull out her unkempt bleached hair from her head.

The dude near the gutter is stealing glances. He's probably just passing time like the rest of us who are stuck in this brunchtime traffic. Jaw dropped...hanging on to the discussion I was having with my sibling. Like a spectator at a tennis match who doesn't really get it. I just wish that people would be more discreet when listening to other people's conversations.

So this is how it feels to be under a microscope.

Cathartic Babble

My soul longs for him in his absence
Yet my heart, the worn-down shelter
Remains the docile ally of
My mind that mocks me.
Scars from two transient seasons
haunt me...
Possess me with
Such fierce recollection
Each time I wander to the edge--
Hurling me back to my sedated realm.
It turns out, there could be
Beauty and Simplicity in oblivion.

Wake Up & Smell What's Brewing...

Lately, my life has been a blur of a multitude of tasks at work. I'm kept partly sane by a 100 peso worth White Mocha Americano. Call me a caffeine junkie but there's nothing like warm coffee to soothe me and jolt me awake.

If there's something else tangible in my life that keeps me from going over the edge, it's a person that I've relied on for emotional support. Unlike the potent coffee I crave for, this person will not give me heart trouble or disrupt my sleep. Or so I thought...

Today, I am resisting the urge to take in my usual dose of caffeine for health and financial reasons. At the same time, I'm struggling to exist without him as he has chosen to desert me at a time that I'm needing clarity. Sleep has temporarily left me while he, perhaps, has chosen to answer my questions by allowing me to unravel the obvious on my own.

I realized that coffee will never leave me. I have chosen to rid my system of it. I, in turn, have been neglected by this person I thought I was important to.

I learn most things the hard way yet I'd rather pursue the painful truth than live a lie and face an even greater heartbreak later on--when I have given so much and it's almost unimaginable to detach myself.

I can still have the coffee I want. But not even countless of espresso shots can wake me...

This time, I'm on my own.

Break

Do not feel pity.
Do not show mercy.
Just break me once...
Hurt me with one blow.
You only get one shot at
Ripping my heart out and
Trampling on it.
When all this is done,
You've done your part and
Have proven your point.
Let me be and Let me heal.

0% Interest

For the past 4-5 months, I've been battling with myself. Trying to put reason behind the seemingly endless cycle of indecipherable emotional affairs. I've gotten so bogged down that the simplest thing that gives me bliss is doubtful, every chance I get, every gesture, no matter how sincere it could possibly be, seem too good to be true. Call me paranoid but it just hurts to think that after all this time, I’m still easily exploited…

I’m not really asking for much. I just want confirmation. I can't afford to have false hopes. I don't need to harbor wrong expectations. At the back of my head, I'm thinking...I don't want to be wrong again...Too much energy will be spent decoding stuff when my life is already complicated as it is. I just don’t want to be fixated on the thought of being made whole by something that, for all I know, only exists in my over-active imagination.

But on the brighter side, I can only be a buffoon for so long. When I reach my threshold and decide to make things right, there will possibly be no turning back.

Coffee & Chat

Why don't you just let him go, April? A friend of mine asked me. Stop hurting yourself. Don't make the same mistakes that I did. I looked at her in disbelief. It was as if she were just asking me to cut down on caffeine or choose between tall or grande. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't kidding...

Thoughts raced frantically in my head. Let go?

Now? How?

I could not imagine life without him. Damn! I am not exactly addicted to him like the coffee I gripped firmly in my hand. How do I get over someone who makes me in the main happy yet causes me emotional torment every once in a while? Call me paranoid but there’s no denying that he’s not the same. Why else would I miss him despite his presence? I have this gut feeling that I am this close to being just a speck in his universe. Nevertheless, I’m still aching for a sign that would tell me not to give up just yet.

The feeling of uncertainty is driving me insane. I recklessly revealed my feelings without getting even a letdown to help me move on. I am more lost in the whole situation than I ever was. I am not asking for much, really. I’d rather be scorned or turned down than wait excruciatingly in vain.

I was once standing on the edge, about to lose my grip. Unfortunately, no one can save me now but myself. I have slipped and succumbed to the inevitable.

Back To Square 1

If there's one thing that I wish I could do right now, it would be to turn back time.

I can only flinch at the thought that things are now completely different between us. I see him several times a week, get to spend time with him yet he seems distant in a way. We laugh, have our usual conversations, walk alongside the other yet, despite his nearness, I'm missing him terribly and inside, I feel like I have lost a huge part of what I was.

I guess if you've been hurt before, you simply can't help but put your guard up--denial your primary defense mechanism. Fate might already be handing you that chance to be happy but you just fuck it up with your pride and the nonsensical need to save face. All this would seem rational at that moment but would be utter bull once you realize what you’ve just thrown away.

Where do I stand in his life? What am I for him? Questions that lead to more questions.

I could ask but it wouldn’t make sense anymore. He would probably laugh at my foolishness. I just missed my chance and I might not get another a shot at it. All I have to do now is wait and see. Wait for the answers...stand back and let the events unfold.

When it comes to that one thing that supposedly makes the world go round, a person considered to be wise may be completely clueless.

I am, after all, April Fool...

For Love of the Game

Love is a game that I carelessly take part in.
Despite past injuries, I remain a player. I've faltered
yet I've been unyielding. I've embraced it as a part of
my existence.

Loving fills part of the void in my soul, being loved
back completes me.

Uncertainties can break me. insensitivity can tear
me to shreds.

While those supposedly make me stronger, it is never
easy to appear unaffected and to pull back when you have
given a little bit too much of yourself.

On the Brink...

If there's anything I hate about myself right this moment, it's the fact that I have not completely learned my lesson. It has been drilled down to my head--supposedly--that I should never expect to avoid disappointments. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT EXPECT anything until a possibility has been confirmed or better yet affirmed as the real deal.

It is only wise to hold back when faced with uncertainty. In my case, I have already taken too many steps towards the edge of the cliff, ergo, the need to pull back. The excitement and all the drama make it hard for me to move away.

There are stories with predictable endings.

I'm hanging on the edge and I'm losing my grip...

Goodnight...

I listened to his heavy breathing on the other end of my hands-free receiver.

Sigh!

A few more minutes before the line got disconnected and he had drifted off to slumber. It hurt to think that he would sometimes cry himself to sleep.

He has always been there for me through my ups and downs. I would often gather my strength from him and I’ve always admired him for his courage and valued his opinions.

Listening to him cry and talk about his life’s struggles tore my heart to shreds. He’s such a good person, and whatever life he led, people had no right to judge him and he most certainly deserves to be happy. It was not his choice, he said. I think he deserves more respect than some people—individuals that our deranged society considers normal.

As I tried to grope for words of comfort to mutter, tears welled up in my eyes. I wish I could take away his pain…I wish I could make all his problems disappear yet It dawned on me that I couldn't. I can only try to make him feel my love.

I may not be the person who can make him feel again…my love may not be enough… and probably what I have to offer is not the kind of love he was seeking for…

I wish I had all the answers but I don’t.

I only wish that I could hold him in my arms and kiss him goodnight.

I've Learned My Lesson...

Somebody asked me before whether I would chase after the person I love or go with the one who loves me, both being one-way. My answer back then was NEITHER. I don't have the heart to lie about my feelings and I have enough self esteem so I don't intend to chase after someone who clearly doesn't need me in his life.

If you would ask me again, I would choose the person who loves me. I am no martyr but I also don't have a heart of stone to not appreciate the simplest effort and small things someone would do just to make me happy. It feels wonderful to be loved and it's not always impossible to learn to love that person back in the long run. What more if he was constantly there to comfort you while you were depressed over that other guy who doesn't even deserve you...

Should this be the case,just enjoy the company, don't expect nor demand too much. At this point, the possibilities are endless.

Out Of Sight

What is it that endears a person to you? Could it be the kind gestures, the close encounters or maybe the things that you have in common that could play with your thoughts and toy with your emotions, making you wonder--could the feeling be mutual? Out of nowhere, anything he does or say to you could possibly mean something, conversations are dissected, you try to read between the lines.

Oh Well, most realizations will not be pleasant...it could hit you like a blow to your face.

Today, it just dawned on me that such false hopes are bred by your desperate longing to be loved back, that it clouds your mind, probably making you see things the way you want to see them.

The answers to your unending questions could be right there before your eyes but you're just too blind to see.