Yel_lue04

An Open Letter
          
          Hayaan mong samahan kita ibalik
          ang pag-asang sayo ay nawala
          Hayaan mo balikan natin ang mga ala-ala
          na minsan ay nagbigay sa iyo ng sigla
          
          Ngunit kung may nais man akong hilingin
          Sa pagbalik tanaw natin,
          Sana naisin mo na tayong dalawa naman
          Ang dumanas ng kung anong dating meron kayong dalawa
          
          PS: Sasamahan kita sa nakaraan, ngunit sumama ka sakin na bumalik sa kasalukuyan. 

An Open Letter
          
          Is it the crown that gives power to one?
          Is it the blood that flows through his veins?
          
          Power, dear friend, is not something you impose but something you earn. 
          

An Open Letter
          
          The first time we went out, I had to excuse myself and use the toilet for a silent scream. I tried to convince myself that you're just another human being who is also vulnerable to feeling shy or flustered on the first meeting. And yet, you were able to carry yourself so well that my heart settled down with just a few sentences from you. You led the conversation smoothly and gently as if you were seeing through my anxiety.

An Open Letter
          
          As I Bid You Farewell 
          
          I once read a poem that said
          "It pained me to see that we were stuck in prologue"
          We were a story that ended before the first chapter even begins.
          We were a seed uprooted from the ground before even having a sip of that first drop of water.
          We were lost even before the journey starts.
          
          I asked myself. Do I regret meeting you? 
          Do I regret having to be promised an oasis in the middle of the desert?
          Do I regret having a slim chance of grabbing on a twig before sinking on a quicksand?
          
          I hope that I can bear the pain of pulling my heart out and wiping every mark of you.
          I beg for the unlimited supply of bandage to dress the wounds of the battle between my heart and mind. 
          
          Let me answer that,
          I don't regret meeting you.
          Ever since I met you,
          I learned to wear make up.
          I fixed my self and tried to coordinate my clothes.
          While doing that, I learned to love myself
          To put more attention to color combinations and most of it, to feeling alive in my own skin.
          
          To my almost, 
          I bid you a heartfelt...
          
          Farewell.

Hi! I really love all the work that you do. I read all your stories. I'm also a new writer, learning how to write, and as a fan of yours, I would love it if you would support me<<3

An Open Letter
          
          Do not manipulate my feelings.
          
          I feel jitters when you show me small acts of kindness.
          From the gentle way you call my name to the soft touches that tickles my sanity.
          
          Do not manipulate my feelings.
          
          I feel weak in your smiles and how you constantly tease me with your creative invention of playful statements.
          
          Do not manipulate my feelings.
          
          As you remember small details from our conversation, it makes me feel heard. 
          
          Do not manipulate my feelings.
          
          It started with fun and now I'm suffering the lain of yearning for the future I cannot have with you.
          
          -PS: I apologize if I think it was your fault but who am I to be angered with your natural charm.

An Open Letter to Those I Love and Once Loved Me
          
          You call me cold and rude.
          You said I changed
          and that I am no longer the person you once knew. 
          
          I cannot say you're wrong
          but I cannot say you're right either.
          I didn't explain myself earlier on
          because I know how painful it is to defend
          how a human being just like me
          can feel pain, anger, disappointment, and fear. 
          
          You see, what happened is that
          I bled in silence.
          I tried to keep a facade because I needed to be the strong one in every relationship.
          I kept it all together because I gave you time to pour out. 
          If I have tears on my cheeks, I cannot wipe yours. 
          If you scream at the top of your lungs, 
          I won't hear it if I scream mine. 
          
          When the time came, I was alone with myself, 
          I didn't know what to do. 
          I fear breaking into pieces because 
          I don't know if someone will be there to pick up those broken pieces of me. 
          
          Did I become cold
          or did I forget how to feel?
          Was I rude?
          or was I  just releasing all these pent up emotions?
          
          Yes, I did change
          but NEVER did I blame any of you. 
          If you ever felt I was angry, 
          it wasn't because of you. 
          
          With the billion of people in the world, 
          I just happened to feel angry at myself. 
          But maybe it wasn't anger, 
          maybe it was the sadness I felt for so long. 
          Maybe it was the loneliness that swallowed me. 
          Maybe it was...
          
          maybe it was all because of me. 
          
          From, 
          the one you once loved

A Confession (by Yel_lue)
          "I have been struggling."
          
          Anonymity breeds comfort. For years, I buried secrets in unknown graves. I had hidden skeletons in my closet. I had hundreds and thousands of masks in my drawer, ready to be pulled out in case of emergency. 
          
          And yet, there were those days that the ghost of me rose from the dead and haunted not just me but those around me. My hidden skeleton skins the flesh off me and shows the hideous pretender I had become. The mask that had been protecting my unbothered face cracks and shows the distortion of my emotions, as shown in my face. 
          
          For a long time, I felt like living in a glasshouse, living on display,  an open book that people had been watching. So now, I confess, I am not that person you thought I was. All this time, I was a big lie.

FINALLY DONE!!!
          Slam Dunk Fan Fiction
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/389999404-after-the-train-pass-by

Then, what are the ghosts that keep you up at night?
          
          -When 10 pm strikes-