As he
went through
different places,
memory
by memory,
time after
time,
he's leaving
it all
behind.
He forgave
himself
for being
an asshole
to hurt
someone's feeling,
and also
promise not
to do the
same thing
again.
And it's a
new day
for him.
A day to
travel,
to explore.
He made
a poem,
but it's
still
incomplete.
He's looking
for the right
word to
make this
masterpiece
complete.
He sat
beside a
girl on
the bus.
That very
moment
he looked
beside him,
it's her.
And
he has found
the word
he's looking
for.
"Written."
He said.
"We are
written.
All that
'you and me'
were all written.
Destined,
meant to be.
We were
meant to
met,
destined
to be in loved
with each other.
Perhaps,
it was also
written
that we could
found ourselves,
in this small
world,
over and over,
but being
in love again;
I think
that's another
story to be
written.
Another story
of me,
another story
for you.
Another story,
in which
we were no
longer the
protagonists."
"Written."
She repeated,
contended
and happy.
"Thank you."
"Thank you, too.
And I hope
we meet
again,
bringing
your,
and my
new story."
He said.
End.
**
Author's Note: This story written in poetry, was kind of cliche' I know. But I hope you learned something from this.
We often look for someone, for something we need, for something we want. But we also need to preserve waiting, especially for relationships.
If you know you are too young for love and heartaches, you should wait for the right age. Wait for your right partners.
And let God be in control of your love story. Pray for the right partner, and the right time.
Thank you for reading!
I'll be writing again this kind of poetry, but next time I'll do, I would write it in Tagalog.
'Til the next time! Mwah!
