08-06-21
Inside the black and empty room I still manage to rummage my old stuff.
And then I found a piece of paper...
... small yet a powerful one.
It has a few words...definitely a clichè words. But what made it powerful? Because it was your handwritten.
How ironic that I found my yesterday's story as a tragic one but the truth is, it was very nostalgic.
The night when you called, when you already had a gut to say a words from your mouth and tried to stop hiding a piece of paper on my stuff. I was sure that I will answer you. I was sure how will answer you...and maybe, how I will end up the night having a conversation with you. I'm just waiting.
Waiting you to repeat the certain and logic words that you've said.
But you didn't.
And maybe I was so heartless when I didn't recognize the genre of your voice...the meaning of every figurative or ridiculous words that you've always wanted to tell. That in every tease it was a compliment, in every laugh it was an appreciation, and in every call it was a confession. But I just made it a words and not a feelings.
And now...I'm longing for it.
I miss what I've missed that season.
And here I am...reading your words for me when I was afraid to look to everyone...afraid of being hurt again. Asking myself, "Why I didn't notice that you were there?"
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BINABASA MO ANG
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RandomMGA SALITANG NAISULAT DAHIL WALANG TAONG GUSTONG MAKINIG SA TUNAY NA DAMDAMIN. AT MGA PANGUNGUSAP NA IBINULONG NA LAMANG SA SARILI SA PAMAMAGITAN NG PAPEL AT PANULAT DAHIL NATATAKOT ITONG SABIHIN. [Ang ibang mga akda ay matagal ko nang naisulat.]
