Melancholy

This is me. Wasting time. Comforting myself. Managing disappointments. This is where I draw the line, I mark the mark, I cross it out and sign it under my property. This is where your trespassing ends, because you know no boundary. This is where my love for myself prevails more than the love I am still willing to give. This is where I am willing to let myself soar and not be bound by you, and vice versa. This is where I pretend to not care, and succeed. This is where I pretend to be strong enough to not mind, and believe. This is where I continue to love you by letting ourselves be two completely separate beings, instead of one, because 'we' would always be just 'me'.

Until it dawns on us both, and until we make amicable compromises, this will stand. For now, I guess.

Now this is me resigning, taking a hike somewhere, going the distance, taking a leave, or maybe giving up.

Goodbye Little Angel

I never understood how life works. Life, to me, seems like a battle of numbers and of years yet to live on. But the math never justifies what good love you bring to the world, because this little angel of ours, brought good love from start to five.

I am mortified to not have known her well-enough to tell you how great a kid she was. I can only listen to stories of her, imagining how she always said 'opo'. I can only picture how our last meeting went. I am not even sure if I've said 'hi', nor can I remember how she looked the last time. I am guilty of not keeping her close at heart, for not letting myself be cheered by her. But now, she had touched my heart in a bazillion of ways I could only feel yet never define.

I can only wish that she were lent to us a little longer, but God already wants her beside him in paradise.

This is where I bid goodbye. Until the next lifetime, Princess.