My Anna,
Everyone wants to know what is love. Everyone asks me what is love.
Ano nga ba ang pag-ibig, Anna? Isa lamang ba itong emosyon na nararamdaman ng isang nilalang? Ito ba ay panandalian lamang o isang panghabang buhay na katuturan ng kasiyahan?
When they ask me what is love, I would sometimes feel hopeless. I can never answer their question of what is love. I don't think I can ever find the right words to answer what is love. But here's what I know:
When I think of love, I think of you. When they ask me of happiness, your beautiful smile dominates my view. Your chuckles are the beat of my favorite music. Your voice is my favorite music. When you say my name, it still feels surreal.
So when they ask me what is love, I tell them it is you. You are love, Anna. My only love. You define love for me. That is why I feel hopeless. I don't think anyone can ever understand this feeling; that I would gladly let you take my heart.
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I used to think the man in my dreams did not know the English language. Akala ko, kaya siguro malalim ang pagkakagamit niya ng wikang Filipino ay dahil isa siyang katutubo. He lived in a valley, right?
Pero this letter proved me wrong. Hindi isang mangmang ang taong nagsulat ng mga liham para kay Anna. He knew how to use the language. In fact, he's very good at it.
Sino ang taong sumusulat sa'yo ng mga liham, Anna?
This man, without a doubt, loves Anna very much. I mean, kahit sino ang magbasa ng mga liham na 'to, hindi magdadalawang-isip na sumang-ayon sakin.
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DREAM 51:
The valley at night was beyond beautiful. Billions of stars shined from above. May mas gaganda pa ba sa lugar na 'to?
In the dream, I was Anna again. I could feel the grass beneath my feet. I could feel myself shiver from the night's cold breeze.
Then someone hugged me from behind.
"If someone from above can hear your wishes and decides to grant the one your heart truly desires, what would your wish be?" The voice behind me asked.
"You," was the only word that slipped from my mouth. I could feel his warm lips on my shoulder. His scent sharply invaded my nostrils...
Agad akong napaupo sa kama nang magising ako mula sa panaginip. Gising ako, pero naamoy ko pa rin siya. Ramdam na ramdam ko pa rin sa balikat ko ang halik niya.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Man From Dream 82
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