Highschool Crush
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I thought my life is so boring but then I found out it's not.
My life become meaningful and colorful when I started to have my....
Highschool Crush.
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My Complicated Lovelife
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What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'
I Love You, Prof.
I feel so indecisive What should I do? Without you is hell Uncertainty is all I feel How am I supposed to accept, The bitter fact That no matter what we do We're not meant to be? It's you - my forbidden happiness This love tears me into pieces.Kumpleto
Honne; Tatemae
"No! Stop!" I could see her fading silhouette. She keeps on walking away just like the way I dreamt of her every night. 'No! Please don't walk away. I need to see your face. I need to know your name. I need to find you.' But I know that it wasn't enough. If there's anything that she's good at, it is into dodging people away. "Please!?" I almost beg. "I need to see you. Just stop." I keep on running and chasing after her. But like in every dreams, she kept on slowly fading away. And I could feel the same emptiness within whenever I've dreamt of this. It starts with her fading hands. Like a human form that's painfully breaking into tiny crystallized pieces that's scattered into thin air, she's dissolving in an incredibly fast-paced. "No. Please don't!" I could feel the tears that's running down on my cheeks as I try to grab her fading hand. "No! No!" As if there's a heavy rock on my chest, my breath starts to heave. I could feel the hollow emptiness within and the contradictory feeling of being crushed beneath.Kumpleto
HEART'S WILL
I have been always prided myself in being no rush for love Simply maybe because I thought I was fully living happy and contented life just by being alone, not needing a man who will complete those some missing puzzles like how some girls put on. Pessimistic it may be, but I only saw a man in your life as a reason for the tears, heart broken and worst even distrust. And I believe I am better off of everything like that. I don't have the time to hide puffing eyes if ever. No time to mend heart being crushed to pieces. Simply no time for drama, nursing hang-over for being left at or as nasty as to think it is being cheated for. But I think I have another thing to think of, cause perhaps that's how I saw things before surely because I am not lucky enough to met earlier whoever can make myself believe otherwise for when my eyes laid on him everything I believe in being love and no rush for it all crumbled down to bits even though it's against my heart's will.Kumpleto
Soft Lines
In the space between boredom, something real slipped in. 05-23-25 Picture from Pinterest
When a 'CRUSH' turns into an OBSESSION
May CRUSH ka ba? Kung meron, isipin mo lang sya habang binabasa mo ito at paniguradong may mare-realize kang kung ano.Kumpleto
FROM FRIENDS TO LOVERS (AND BEYOND)
There are moments in life so small, so ordinary, that you barely notice when everything changes. A glance held a little too long. A laugh that feels different in your chest. A touch that lingers. She became my best friend, my constant. Late-night calls, endless adventures, secrets whispered into the dark. It was always easy with her, natural. Safe. But somewhere between laughter and promises, something shifted. I didn't know it at first-not really. I just knew that when she smiled, it felt like the sun had chosen me. That when she cried, it hurt more than my own heartbreaks. That when she was near, the world made a little more sense. This is the story of how we found each other-not as we were, but as we were meant to be. From friends, to lovers, and somewhere even deeper than that. Because sometimes, the greatest love stories start with a simple truth: it was always you.
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