You may have turned your back at me. You may have walked away from me. It  wasn't  one of those happy  days. I was motionless. I was bleeding. But the truth is, despite of it all, I will always remember those borrowed days. I wish you happy days. I have a feeling you will never forget those borrowed days as well.

The End

It was the saddest goodbye. 

You may not feel how deeply shattered I was when I saw your eyes speaking to me that what we should end our story. I saw it coming. I felt it. However, I was still holding on to that mantra of ours--to live by the moment. 

For you, I may be just another person who happen to pass by in your life. I may be just one of those persons who you feel you have an unspoken connection with. I may be just be one of those moments when you feel you are happier. 


It is a different story for me.

I maybe one of those persons who happen to pass by in your life. BUT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE SPECIAL TO ME. I AM JUST AROUND AND HERE TO STAY.

I may be just one of those persons who you feel you have an unspoken connection with. A CONNECTION THAT WILL LIVE.

I may be just one of those moments when you feel you are happier. MOMENTS THAT GIVE ME THE SWEETEST SMILES AND INCREDIBLY HAPPIEST TIMES.


Just may be. I still hope that we were in the same rhythm and playing the same song.

I admit, somehow I was ready for it. I was convincing myself all along that this is only just short-lived, a spur of the moment. It wasn't just another story. It wasn't just another relationship. I know somehow even how quick and how complicated it was, there was something that no one would understand. 

I didn't want you to see me wear my saddest face. I didn't want you to feel how sorrowful I was. I didn't want you to feel that I was bleeding.

Only if things were different.
Only if things were easier.
Only if those moments we lived by had its reply.

 You are wonderful. I thought you have to know that. 

Mondays

For many it is the most dreading day of the week. The day when you do not want your alarm clock to sound. The day when you want to hide your head inside your sheets and cover your ears with pillows. The day when you wish weekend is not yet over.

However, I have a different take on Mondays.  I love the day after Sunday. I love even just the thought of it. The excitement it brings me is unfathomable especially when Sunday sun sets in.  

When the Monday daylight touches my skin, my eyes brighten and the corners of my mouth slightly curve. Smile. Beam. Smirk.  So obvious.

I love Mondays because it is when the most anticipated morning hello from someone that I have waited for the longest day has finally awakens me up.  I love Mondays because when my phone rings I know you have also waited for Monday to say your sweetest hello. I love Mondays because even just in the messages you send with smiley icons, I can already imagine your bewitching grin and captivating stare-the one that drives you to wake up despite the early hour. I love Mondays because it reminds me of those mornings when you turn your body towards me, stare at my face then say “good morning” in your most charming but very manly voice.

Monday is such a charm. Undeniably, it makes the rest of the week more than perfect.

I will trade every day of the week for my Mondays! 

One perfect day

Today, the sky is so clear

In the clouds we can disappear

Meet the sun and feel the morning fog

You make me high, like a miracle drug.

Or we can crash the ocean

Feel the cold waves in motion

Walk by the shore and lay bare on the sand

You make me shine, like a mid-day sun.

Or maybe jump off from a waterfall

Endure the splash as we tumble

Shout our hearts’ out fearlessly

You make me fly, like a doze of ecstasy.

Stroll along the boulevard at night

Desire the cold wind and watch the twilight

Grab my hand, my hips as we sway to the jazz

 You make me fire up, like an adrenaline rush.

Let’s get wild with the long-lost youthful energy

Clothes off, take a plunge into the freezing sea

Savor the moment, forget the uncertainty

You make me glow, like the bolster of electricity.

We wait for daybreak in the old wooden pier

Listen to the rage of waves from there

Close our eyes and relish this haven

You make me alive, like an oxygen.