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“Naiilang”
Nariyan ka na pala
susulyapan ang buong mukha
susundan ng mga mata
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Mayroon sanang sasabihin
ngunit loob ko'y humihinhin
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nauunahan ako ng hiya
kinakain ko na bawat salita
ngayo'y sa sarili naawa
di maibigay sayo itong tula
“What is love?”
Someone asked me if I love him. I did not answer him directly because I don’t even know what love is. I told him to give me the definition of love for him though he asked for mine. I don’t have my own meaning of love. It’s just I know that it exists somewhere in between people. But what is love?
I asked myself, what is love for me? suddenly, I remembered him. I remembered us.
Love is not when I bliss into happiness whenever I see you.
Love is not when I jerk into tears when you are with her.
Love is not when you hold my hand and say you’ll stay beside me.
Love is not when you kiss me and whisper me that we’ll be together.
Love is not when we break our hearts and choose to let each other go.
Love is not when we try to forget everything that we have to move on.
Love is not when decide to go back in time and be back to us again.
Love is not something I would easily tell that it is.
For love is when I am calm about you in any ways. There’s no butterflies but only comfort. There’s no crying for we only seek the happiness of each other. There’s no expectation, no hoping of, no overthinking, no fear. Just pure trust and understandings. There are no heartaches for we only wish something not for one self but the other half.
For love isn’t something I take, but it is something I give.
It isn’t something I feel in raging hormones, but it is I don’t need hormones to make me believe that you are special.
I do not own you you, possess you or tie you to me but I only pray the happiness of yours even I am not part of it.
I’m all out of love
I’m lying alone with my head on the phone
Thinking of you till it hurts
I know you hurt too but what else can we do
Tormented and torn apart
I do not know I’m feeling but goodbyes are better. I don’t want to get hurt further. I don’t want you to get hurt either. This is the best way. And I can’t really hold on any longer. It gets harder and harder.
If you never felt anything real for me, it’s okay. I still love you.
Me: How do you know when you are in love?
Him: Firstly, you’d wanna talk to that person, naturally.. in your heart, there will be this feeling, a littile burning feeling. You’d feel happy, and full of life whenever you would talk to that person whom you love. You would just know it by looking at that person that this person is just.. the person I am looking for. You would just want to look at that person and just make that person yours somehow. You would easily get jealous if that person is with someone else with the opposite sex.. And lastly, you don’t need a reason to fall in love, it just happens, and you jusst know it’s love.
Sighs.
But I’m stressed with everyone else in this world.
I love the way your hair shapes on your head, I love how your lips are closed, I love how you use your voice to say words, I love your laugh, I love your smile, I love your eyes, I love your face, I love everything about you.
Most of all, I love how you make people around you smile and be happy when you’re with them. I can just see how glad they are whenever you are around. But, I also love how you mask all sadness you have inside. You were strong more than I thought.
You are special, not just because I love you but you were born special and I’m hoping she sees how special you are too.