apri3

Have you ever ask yourself?

“How many hearts did I already broke up?”

This query never got into someone’s mind, unless you end up seeing your heart break. Some of us don’t really realize that we already took or done damage. Some of us know, but tries to ignore just to get our selfish goals. Life is a game. And it’s not just a game of cards that won’t hurt you. It’s a game that will take everything you got. Even your endurance.

You get yourself thinking. Why me? Why I should have to bear this kind of pain? Something that you cannot mend by just plain crying or kicking some asses on the street. Something that’s so silent, and yet.. Unbearable. We had some share of gains and loses. But when we lose our special someone, we end up losing everything. Or we just felt it that way? We can never justify a person on how he/she reacts with pain. It’s something that we cant just simply put into numbers to measure. Only someone that shares the same pain can understand yours.

Some got motivated by the struggle. Thinking getting better is the only way to get what they want. They change theirselves, making sure that they will pe perfect for their love ones in time. But will that be possible? To be perfect in someone’s eyes when in the first place they already treated you as trash? Or will that just happen with a pen and a piece of paper? I cannot tell. I was one of them who experiencesthe same pain. But to tell you honestly, it’s either I cannot go better than what I am now, or there is really no chance that she can appreciate my effort.

And so with this.. I just want to raise a question.. Does love.. I mean true love still exist? Or it just fall down to one of the myths of the greeks? Will there be more than just a kiss? More than just a lust and attraction? Will there be more with just flowery words and sugar coating? If you can answer me… Then.. you have found the most clandestine thing in the world.

Para sa iba

Pinapasok ang pakikipagrelasyon para malimutan ang masakit na break-up.
……
ang solusyon daw sa kabiguan ay panibagong pag-ibig.

Fall in love when you are ready
NOT
when you are LONELY

Although nothing ever really changes
I would still check your profile everyday
Because for some reason,
My day feels so incomplete without seeing your annoying face

Do you have any idea at all?
How many times I would refresh whenever I’m in your profile
Hoping that something would change
Just so I know that you’re there

I think I have even memorized every bit of information in your page already
And the number of your friends
Yesterday, the day before yesterday, last week, today
I know I’m pathetic

And today it’s your sister’s birthday
I’ve been checking her profile for the past hours
Hoping that I would read a greeting coming from you
Just so I know that you’re there

Do you have any idea how much I long to hear from you?
It doesn’t even matter whether it’s me that you talk to or not
I just want to feel your presence
I just want to know that you’re there

Had I known that it would only end up like this
Worse than it already was
This stupid feeling that I can’t seem to get rid off
I should have not deleted you

I don’t even know why I’m still wasting my time on you
And as much as I would like to message you
I’m scared that you might not reply again
I’m scared because you might be in a relationship now
I’m scared because you probably don’t even care about me anymore

Do you have any idea at all?
I guess reading your old letters was a really bad idea

Promises are meant to be broken.

there was a little girl
neither rich nor poor
she had material things
but all she need is love

they watched her ache inside
people on earth are drunk with pride
young girl closed her eyes
as her heartbeat pumped its last

There was a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart. practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. But being half the size of the boys, he got absolutely nowhere. At all the games this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.

This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering.

He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn’t want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there.

He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he’d get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench-warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him.

When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a “walk-in.” Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always put his heart and soul into every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.

The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game.

It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent.

Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, “My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?”

The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, “Take the rest of the week off, son. And don’t even plan to come back to the game on Saturday.”

Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon.

“Coach, please let me play. I’ve just got to play today,” said the young man.

The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. “All right,” he said. “You can go in.”

Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked, and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph.

The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you never heard.

Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, “Kid, I can’t believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?”

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, “Well, you knew my Dad died, but did you know that he was blind?”

The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, “Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!”