Fathom Into Constellations

paper airplane

/ i kind of feel stupid for writing english-based words over filipino lyrics i have included. i don't have a valid reason for, buuut, i don't know. maybe i'll just get used to it. maybe start getting used to some things. /

12/14/19. I wrote this around January of 2019, and it's almost a year ago... Please enjoy : )
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The first night Frank appeared with his guitar outside Scarlett's house, she only cracked her window open slightly, watched him for a few moments before going back into the darkness of the house, shaking her head and leaving him to play his guitar out on the street by himself.

His smile falters a little as he finds her neither by the door nor by the window, running a hand through his hair before turning to leave, guitar in one hand and a rose in the other. Twirling it in his fingers, he finds his smile coming back.

Frank feels like a paper airplane. He set himself to fly, but never to know where he will land. 

'Sandali, 'wag kang mapupuno sa paghihirap
Darating din ang pag-asa mong pinapangarap
'Di ba sapat na ika'y mayro'ng pag-ibig
Nasa puso mong hindi maipapalit?
'Ka'y ngumiti'

The second night he appeared, she lingered by the window, blinking at him as she held the curtain, just about to close it. He hopes she can hear him, singing a little louder than yesterday and playing the same song as before, and silently hoping she responds somehow this time. Once again she's not there when he finishes as he waits for lord knows how long but she never appears.

He tells himself it'll go better tomorrow, not losing his faith just yet. He picks the two roses he brought and pauses for a moment, leaving them on her doorstep before he leaves.

'Ihip ng hangin sa kamay mong malamig
Daing na tinig, nasa aking pandinig
Liliparin ang isipan mo't damdamin
Makarating pa kaya sa kaniyang piling?
Ika'y pumikit'

The third night he appeared, she stays and listens, opening the window and watching him with the faintest of smiles on her lips. He nearly loses his place in the song and fumbles with his guitar as he notices just how pretty she is in this lighting, a girlish laugh leaving her lips and her smile grows larger.

He's just made a fool of himself in front of her and damn, she was even prettier when she smiled, when she laughed. Realising he wasn't going to go on, just staring somewhat blankly at her, she retreats from the window, throwing a smile over her shoulder and another giggle.

He leaves feeling triumphant that day, leaving with a slight skip in his step. He's that pleased he forgets to leave her rose behind, barely able to contain the grin on his lips.

Kung panalangin ko'y 'di marinig
Abutin man ng bawat sandali
Kailangan kong isigaw, ako'y iyong iyo
Ang dalangin ng puso'y ikaw

The fourth night he appeared she was waiting; leaning out of her second story window and smiling down at him as he arrived, taking a moment to hide his surprise at her being there before starting to sing and play for her. She's still there as he finishes, waiting a moment to see if she moves and she doesn't.

He takes a breath and smiles at her, bowing ever so slightly to her. "For Scarlett." He speaks, watching as her face pinked and she moved back inside. He knew she wasn't coming back, leaving a further two roses on her doorstep before leaving again.

Sandali, 'wag mong pigilan ang iyong pagluha
Damdamin mo'y aahon sa tumigil na tadhana
Aabutin ng 'yong palad ang hangarin
Makarating pa kaya sa kanyang piling?
Ika'y pumikit

The fifth night he brings a bouquet, its valentine's day after all, leaving them by his feet as he begins to play. He arrived earlier than usual, though he has more to say, more to do today...tonight. He starts playing slowly, humming along to the tune before starting to sing, slight dance in his step and a sway as he sings.

Kung panalangin ko'y 'di marinig
Abutin man ng bawat sandali
Kailangan kong isigaw, ako'y iyong iyo
Ang dalangin ng puso'y ikaw

He doesn't notice her arrival, finishing his tune to find her stood at the doorstep, leaning on the doorframe with a smile on her lips. She still hasn't moved, watching him somewhat warily as he approaches with the roses in hand, guitar swinging against his hip and thigh.

Ang kung sa bawat higpit ng aking pagdaramdam
Ay hindi ka malapitan
Makikiusap na lang

He takes one of her cold, pale hands into his, bringing it to his lips and his blue eyes never leave hers, enjoying the flush that spreads across her cheeks and curls around her ears. He gives her the roses then, spotting the ones he had given her previously over her shoulder as he turns to hide her embarrassment at the gesture. So she had kept his roses from before, he had almost feared they'd been forgotten and left to die on her doorstep.

Kung panalangin ko'y 'di marinig
Abutin man ng bawat sandali
Kailangan kong isigaw, ako'y iyong iyo
Ang dalangin ng puso'y ikaw...

Turning back to her, he presses a kiss to her wrist this time, eyes closing and grinning at the squeak he gets in response. Beautiful, simply beautiful, sighing at the smell of hyacinths and peaches on her skin and silently wondering if it would be too bold to kiss her on the lips.

Ang dalangin ng puso'y ikaw
Ang panalangin sana'y marinig