My girlfriend was poet...
She loves books and poetry. The first time we've met, she handed me a sticky notes where she wrote her first thought about me.
How does it feel, to held the galaxy in your eyes?
Every time I look into it feels like I've explored the places where no one can reach.
How does it feels, to compete with the goddess of beauty?
They said, a face that launched a thousand ships, but in my own word, looking at your face makes hell feels like heaven.
You don't know me, I don't know you.
How about we remove the "don't" and be just, me and you?
-Aiah
She's always been the quiet one. Hindi siya yung tipo na mahilig makisalamuha sa iba. Hindi tulad ko na halos lahat ay kaibigan.
Nagsimula kami sa pagiging magkaibigan. Magkasama sa school, lumabas kapag walang magawa.
Each and every day, she always give me a note or a paper flower with a self written poetry. I've collected each and cherished them.
Isang tula, para sa aking sinisinta.
Tama, gusto kita Ms. Sevilleja,
Maaari mo bang payagan ang puso kong tanging sigaw sa simula pa lang ay "mahal kita, pwede ba?"
-Aiah
Flashback
"Aiah!" Tawag ko sa kanya. After niyang ibigay sa akin yung sticky note na may tula, bigla siyang tumakbo palayo.
I read it, the content of the poem. She confessed her love for me. We've known each other for more than four months now and we've bond and grow so much.
Huminto ako sa harapan niya which made her stop from pacing. Hindi siya makatingin sakin ng deretso. Nakayuko lamang siya habang mahigpit na nakayakap sa mga librong hawak niya.
"Your poem---"
"I know. I'm sorry. Hindi dapat ako umamin. I know naman na hindi mo ako magugustuhan. Just let me admire you and let my feelings fade."
Tumingin siya sakin ng saglit tapos balik ulit sa lupa ang tingin. I bit my lower lip trying to stop myself from smiling because of adorable she looks.
"Pwede." Tipid kong sabi which made her look at me.
"Huh?"
"Pwede mong maramdaman na mahal mo ako kasi nahuhulog na ako sayo. Your poem makes me feel things na never ko pang naramdaman kahit kanino."
End of flashback
She made me feel everything that I could ask for. She made me feel loved, happy, worthy, and she took care of me to the point that I no longer see my future without her.
I remember when we reached our first anniversary, she gave me a poem.
I love you.
But it's not the conventional type, where my heart beats fast when you're around.
It's the way like I'm listening to loud music where I can feel the beat of the sound pumping in my heart. Echoes in my brain.
I love you.
But it's not the usual type where I want to be always be by your side.
I crave for your touch but I'm scared that I'll be too much.
I want to hold your hand like I'm holding a child; like you're the most fragile thing that ever existed. But not always because I'm frighten to think that you will choose to let me go.
