Snippets

          Recently, I got a second degree burn on my left leg because of a motorcycle ride. It was too painful and unbearable for days, I even had to wear dresses for two weeks so it can heal well (imagine the inconvenience) and I had to mend it day and night. Now, it's nothing but a scar. It isn't painful anymore but whenever I look at it, it reminds me of the pain and the things I had to endure for it to heal. The process I had to go through is very similar to my struggle of moving on. Yes, I am still full of anger and pain, but time will come, the "wounds" will heal. Many things may still remind me of it but in time, I'll be okay. I hope that will be soon. 

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      I am enjoying extreme adventures. Just last March, I had to go to the mountains of Tanay, Rizal for a shoot for our show, Home Base. Sir Marc Soong of Land Rover Philippines helped us and even let us experience off-roading while riding his Defender. The adrenaline rush was just so addicting! We also did some gun shooting, which was also a first for me. It was definitely not a typical Tuesday and I would like to do it again and again, or maybe try cliff diving or bungee jumping soon. 





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       I'm already 26 and I'm really don't know if I'm in the right path, career-wise. I am loving my new job, but what I really want to do is help people. Sometimes, I am so tempted to take risks but I don't know if it would be worth it, if I would be able to do what I really want to do, if I would really be able to serve people and make use of my life. 

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Memoir

I will always remember the first moment I saw you.

I was a bit drenched due to rain and as I entered the coffee shop. you were at the center table.

And you gave me that sweet side smile that made the moment stop for a while.

Two days, yes we were just given two days.

And you always tell me you wish you met me earlier, but I believe that people always meet at the right time.

And people always leave at the right time that always seemed wrong, but they always have a choice to come back.

Same choice that's now given to you.

We have no promises, just hopes and plans.

Come what may, I'll always be glad I met you.

And your smile will always be my favorite.



Flashbacks

His face that turns wacky before he laughs, then the sound of his laughter reverberates in the room.

His smile that is too wide and bright that I don't even need the sun to shine on me.

The way he holds my hand firmly even if we are walking among a busy crowd.

The times he would sleep like a baby as I cradle his head.

Those instances he would just stop me from whatever I'm doing because he wants to have a moment with me.

That morning on his birthday in Vietnam when we woke up early to catch the sunrise but I was too sleepy he just hugged me tight. not needing to say a word.

These moments are just some that come back to me at times: while riding the jeepney, in the middle of a shoot, while I'm laughing with my friends, when I'm too dizzy for having different drinks, when I wake up, when I'm trying to fall asleep.

These are wonderful moments that are like double edge swords; moments that I would never forget, but also moments that I want to forget because my heart feels crushed everything I remember.

I want to rip off every memory off my chest.

The pain just won't go away. Why.












Raw

      It has just been a week after the most cruel day of the year, and the pain makes it seem that I've been this way for months. I've been going out with friends daily, trying to conceal the tears for now, listening to their stories instead and sharing moments with them so I wouldn't really feel how sad I am.

It is such a struggle everyday, knowing he won't be with me for the next days, months and years of my life. I never saw this coming, that we would part ways because I really believed in us.

I still do. The feeling is too strong I don't know if it would ever go away. I have never loved anyone this much, I love him with my whole heart and soul. I thought that was enough. I though I was enough.

I don't know if I should blame him for all that I'm enduring right now, I know he really loved me, I just don't know when and why his feelings just suddenly fluctuated, wavered. It is painful not to know, and it would also be painful if I would get the answers. Because in the end, one thing would still be true, he stopped loving me when I know I would never stop loving him.

I just want all the pain to go away, I cry and pray every night, praying that I could get through every day, knowing that I've lost him.

In time, the pain that cuts right through my heart will heal. Maybe not soon, but I believe in time I'll be okay.



Sayonara

         It's always harder when I have just woken up, the first seconds of consciousness where the truth creeps in, chasing my nightmare: he's gone. He's not just far away, he's not just out of reach- he's out of my life.

But it's always hardest when it's almost midnight and all I have are our moments, moments that are just memories, and knowing that they would stay that way, we can never share new ones, and that I would have to face another morning without him.

As my vision blurs with tears, I stare into darkness and ask myself again and again: What did I do wrong? Wasn't my love enough? What did I do to him to deserve all this pain?

I ask and ask, and I don't get any answers, until my mind retires and I fall into deep, haunted slumber.

And then I wake up again. It's a painful cycle that I have to go through everyday until I don't know when.


It was an unexpected Monday when I met him for the first time , it was also a Monday when he shattered me and said it's over.

He let go of me, as if not remembering every promise he made, every plan in life that we did together. Like he never knew how broken I was in the past when he picked me up, made me whole again.

I begged him to stay, for us to try to hold on, believing that we could make it. He didn't want to. He didn't believe in us as much as I did. He didn't love me enough to fight for me, to fight for us.

I can never understand why it was so easy for him to let go.

I risked my heart, because I believe and trust him with my whole being. None of it makes sense now.

I don't how long I'd feel this lost, how long I'd be this broken.

But just like the sun embraced by darkness everyday, someday  it would make sense as to why he left me...
Why he came into my life and made me believe in love again, and why he chose to leave and took that hope away...
Why he said goodbye when all I wanted was to love him for the rest of our lives.

But for now, I would have to endure the darkness, until I find my own light again.