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i made a poem about her, and how it feels right to me if she and i will be together. as hoping that someday my imagination would turn into reality, i will just post it here, will give the poem to her once it happened :D

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ikaw = bulaklak

mula sa nakaukit na marka sa iyong bisig

patungo sa tila-tangkay mong leeg,

nawalan ng saysay ang sampaguita

sa halimuyak mong dala

ako’y mistulang bubuyog sa malayo

at ikaw ang napapaligiran ng mga damo

handa kong suyurin anumang hamon

madampian lang ang palad mong mala-dahon

ituring mo akong paruparo

sa kapilya ng iyong balikat patungong hibla ng iyong buhok,

marahang dadapuan nang walang amok

walang palalagpasing hagkan bawat dako

ikaw ang bulaklak

mula sa sikat ng araw na tumutusok sa iyong balat

tingkad ng iyong ngiti ang tangi kong galak

pagtatagpo ng ating mga mata ang labis kong pasasalamat

sa mga panahong ika’y nakakaramdam ng pagkalanta

at ang pagbungang muli ay wala na sa’yong kahulugan

hayaan mo akong magsilbing ulan

handang magbuhos ng pagmamahal at kalinga

sa mga pagkakataong sa sulirani’y ika’y lunod

at ang tanging paglubog ang sa isip mo’y nanatili

hayaan mo akong maging silong na nakahaligi

ang saluhin ang iyong pasanin ay gagawin ko nang malugod

ikaw ang bulaklak

sa hardin ng puso mong dalisay at busilak

ako’y malaya mong pinapasok at sinamahan

ang ganda ng iyong paraiso’y hindi ko na balak pang ilisan

salamat, sa masalimuot nating pagtatagpo

at sa naging malinaw nating pagkakaugnay

damdamin ko sa’yong umusbong at nabuo

nawa’y mapayabong ko nang malumanay, habambuhay

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i frequently check her soc med on my free time (ig and fb) when she's hanging out somewhere or doing something while we're not talking. she usually provides a simple update, which makes me happy and relieved knowing she's still conscious and safe. seeing her smile in those pictures automatically adds up to my joy. she looks incredibly attractive and damn fine which makes me wonder how perfect it would be if we’re together. is it too much to ask?

i typically screenshot all those exchanged flirty and playful messages so that in a way, i can look back and reread all her lines that makes me feel all the extreme positive emotions at once. i can’t help but to smile on those sweet remarks and hoping all of these could lasts. is it too much to ask?

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makes me wonder everytime that maybe ‘wonderful tonight’ was literally made just for her, as it automatically plays in my mind nonstop whenever i’m having this view. oh god, i can assure you that i could gaze at this woman’s beauty for the rest of my life.

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idk what to feel right now, and every moment that im not doing anything and just lying in bed. how i wish everything was easy to figure out

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even in the bad times, you are always be the good thing in life that has ever happen to mine

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i wish you didn’t hurry to love me. i wish you didn’t spill all your love on me so quickly. i wish i could bear your love beyond which makes me sick.

i wished you loved me slowly.

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you saved me. in a way that you didn’t know, in a way that you will never know

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after you, ive never felt the desire to write anything about anyone anymore

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do i need to undergo therapy right now

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im extremely messed up inside and i hate it

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i hate how my life turns out like this

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“Don't be in a hurry to love me. Don't spill all your love on me so quickly, because hurried loves leak through the fingers to the ground. They sweeten beyond what we can bear and make us sick, craving a pinch of salt. So if you're going to love me anyway, love me slowly. Love me in detail, in consistency, just a little bit every day, and for the rest of our lives.”

— Letters to my last love.

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it always been you

Asli Hersi

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Czesław Miłosz, from “With Her.”

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“no timespan of your absence can make me love you a little less”

— old lover

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Pic via pinterest

You were like the sea

The delicate intimacy of you visiting my dreams. Only then I get to see you.

The sea, with all its hurricanes, all its storms. It reminds me of you.

Watching you fall in love and out of love. But never with me.

You were like the sea, with all its stillness. And all its peace.

My intense longing for you to stay. So hopeless yet so ardent.

Because just like the sea you were. Always changing yet so persistent.