Darted Hearts

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“Let your heart speak, let your heart define the meaning of LOVE that you seek."

“Let your heart speak, let your heart define the meaning of LOVE that you seek."

Paulit-ulit na sinisigaw ng puso at damdamin ko ang katagang iyon. That line kept on playing in my mind.

Nanlalamig ang kamay kong hinawakan ang paint brush. Sa lahat ng patimpalak na sinalihan ko, ngayon lang ako kinabahan ng ganito.

Pumikit ako. Calm down, Riya.

Bumuga ako ng napakalalim na buntong hininga... tsaka nagsimula.

Nang lumapat ang paint brush ko sa canvas, right there and then... I am so sure of what I’ll paint.

I used a dark blend of colors. To emphasize that life is not always all about fairytales and rainbows. That life has its own storms and big waves. That we’ll all encounter it, face it, and overcome it.

From the familiar pair of shining steely eyes. Those pair of ashy orbs that could melt me by its intense stare. Those pair of ashy orbs that can see through me, through my soul, through my self.

Those pair of ashy orbs that could take me to the deepest depth. Those pair of ashy orbs that would stare at me with full of adoration. Those pair of ashy orbs that made fall in love over and over again. I miss it. I miss those eyes of him.

Unti-unti ay nabubuo na ang buong imahe ng mukha niya.

I stared at those moisten reddish lips. Those lips that would make me forget the world. Those lips that would make want him more. Those lips that would always curve into a sweet smile whenever he sees me. I miss it. I miss those lips of him.

His thick eyebrows, his thick and dark eyelashes, his perfect shaped nose, and his disheveled hair that would always make him appear so hot. God! I miss it. I miss those features of him.

I traced his figure by my paint brush. Those strong biceps, sturdy chest, tight arms. I miss it. I miss the feeling of being embraced by him. I miss his warmth. I miss his everything.

Kahit maraming pintura ang kamay ko ay ginamit ko pa rin iyon upang punasan ang luha ko.

My vision is kind of blury kaya umatras ako to give a clearer view of what I had just painted.

I catched my breath the moment I laid my eyes on the whole canvas. Wala sa sarili kong nabitawan ang paint brush ko.

Parang napatigil ang aking hininga habang nakatitig sa resulta ng aking gawa.

Is he the only person who can define what’s love for you, heart? Hinayaan kitang kontrolin ang lahat at ito ang naging resulta. Larawan ng kaisa-isang taong matagal ko nang hinangad na makita.

Nagtayuan ang lahat ng balahibo ko nang mas tinitigan ang kanyang mala-abong pares ng mga mata. Sumasakit ang puso kong nakatingin sa larawan.

It brought both ache and happiness.

Inanunsiyu ang bawat oras na nagamit namin mula kanina. Nilibot ko ng aking paningin ang paligid at nakitang halos lahat ay nakatutok sa akin... o ‘di kaya’y sa lalaking ipininta ko.

“Oh my God! It’s amazing!”

“A talent with character!”

“This is madness! That piece is beyond beautiful!”

Ginambala ang lugar ng sunod-sunod na mga komento. Uminit ang puso ko sa reaksiyong ipinakita nila.

And there goes this part again. Paano nga maipapaliwanag kung bakit ang lalaking iyon ang naipinta ko?