Everything started when my hands touched yours.
And I’ve done such sad things with my hands since then and I know you have too.
And I know we’ll find light in smaller hands than ours one day soon.
And I hope our hands grow old in each others.
If not, then why have hands, at all.
[03.02.14, Calatagan] Taal scenery for sunrise then this and the things beneath it for the rest of the day. :) #100HappyDays
Maybe I was difficult. I’m too complex of a partner. I’m not the one to provide a ticket to an ideal kind of love: one that is simple, all fun and lax. I wasn’t ideal. I never even tried to be because I am very much aware of how I cannot be. I wanted something that can be tested and withstand. In the process, I guess it turned boring, as it was repetitively ruly and overseeking. I’m too demanding of a special interest. I wanted something unpretentious and sincere. I craved for something greater than you, and that is why I never got the commitment I was going for.
"Magkikita tayo matapos ang makailang paghihintay, ng hindi inaasahan at kung saan hindi mo man lang ako kilala. Pamilyar ang iyong mukha pero di ko tiyak ang pangalan. Mapangingiti na din ako gayun pa man dahil natuklasan ang pagkataong labas sa mga teorya."
Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. // made here
Note says: To Uno and Andrei Fr Richard.
Me to Cholyn : I can be Uno. You be Andrei. :)))
HAPPY NEW YEAR! <3
The ability to put things in perspective, to let go when it’s appropriate, fight harder when it’s necessary, listen to people rather than just hear them, and consider opinions that aren’t congruent with your own.
The hobbyist and the blog | Batch '10: University of the Philippines
Most things random but still everything that is her. Evolution of a BACA student. Compilation of personal antics and outpour of dreams, both literal and not. Codes of deviance as she complies with the laws of nature.