Gusto ko na talaga magpakamatay dahil sa sobrang sakit na nararamdaman ko ngayon at di ko na makayang mag-isip ng ganito oras-oras. Kahit na sabihin ng lahat na “I’m better off.” at “Other good things will happen.”, ayoko nang maniwala. Wala na akong gusting paniwalaan sa mundo. Gusto ko lang mawala na. Ang hirap-hirap kasi. Sabi niya, “Gugustuhin mo bang magkarelasyon tayo kahit di na ako masaya?” Masama bang mawala na lang sa mundo, kahit na alam kong may umaasa pang mabuhay ako? Ayokong mag-isip ng ganito. Ayokong sabihin kahit kanino ang mga ito. Pero sa totoo, sa sobrang hirap ng nararamdaman ko, hindi ko maisip kung paano ko tatapusin ang araw na ito. Hindi ko rin alam kung ano pang nagpapaandar ng mundo ko. Alam ko lang, ang sakit na ito, lalo lang lumalala habang umiikot pa rin ang mundo.
Whenever I listen to you, it seems that even paper flowers have a fragrance. I remember the night we met. It almost seems so long ago with so many things happening between us and yet it was only a year and a half. June 5, 2011. It was close to midnight, I guess. You changed my life then. I was so low and so broken. I wanted to feel something from the emptiness inside me and you came along, with that big smile, that twinkle in your eyes, that confidence daring the world to take you apart. I was not impressed but I was broken enough not to care because simply, I wanted someone to touch me and keep me warm. You took the chance and told me you loved me then and there. I thought you were full of yourself but I let you be you and let you touch me. We spent the day after together. I still remember Chowking and what I ordered. And when you left me in the morning after, I felt just a little less broken. Little by little, I was mended and was stronger and one day, a month after, I ...
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