Love Letter IX

Immortal beloved, my angel, my all, my very self - There art a hand-full of words that I can say but still they can not explain why do I love thee. There art melodies that play in the air but they can not explain the reason why do I love thee. There art petals that I can give thee to compliment thy beauty but they can not whisper to thy ears why do I love thee. There art poems my heart recites but they can never rhyme to tell you why do I love thee. There art treasures I can compare with the amount of joy thou bring but they can not measure a chest of the logic of why I love thee. There art songs of love and romantic hymns my lips can stutter but they can not put into melody why do I love thee. There art souls who misjudge my intentions towards thee but they can never know why do really love thee. There art the heavens and the stars above I could proclaim my vows of unending appreciation but they will not enlighten my mind of the reasons why do I love thee.

Band-aid

"Nagkakaro'n ng simula sa bawat wakas."

Isa na yata sa pinaka-mahirap na pakiramdam sa mundo (maliban sa LBM, na meron ako ngayon) ang wakasan ang isang bagay na pinagtuunan mo ng madaming oras at naging isang malaking parte ng buhay mo. Iba-iba man ang itsura, kulay o paraan, hindi pa rin madali ang mawala sayo ang isang bagay lalo na kapag alam mong wala nang balikan at alam mong isa lang ang kababagsakan nila sa buhay mo... ang ala-ala.