every heart beat we shared,
and everything we did was there,
was it all about to get reminisced
but how could we talk it out
YSummer, Nuelin Sinyus
What a dream took to have a name, and what love took to be dreamed?
Music had always been a comfort to me, and to be a known musician was what my dream. Words and beats were powerful, and a song could be way of encouragement to everyone, like how it saved me from my childhood heartbreaks. But she-she was the one who made me feel something I never dreamt of. A love I never wished to have-it was dynamic that even a language was inferior to its power-and it was what broke my parents apart.
I thought she would be the reason to make me surrender an about hand dream to reach, but she was actually the one in my peach vision while I was in the green stadium.
BINABASA MO ANG
counted
RomanceIt was a week agreement, and they had known that how the days would pass could only to be reminisce, and recount the remaining time they had. It was desperation; for past that could not be buried, for the time that passing quick enough to hitch a b...
