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Hi, I know I won’t be able to say this to you through sms or, worse, through phone call. You know I don’t say a thing.. SMS won’t be able to cover things I have to say, my feelings I cannot put into words or at least, afraid to put into words.
Kiddo, you’re someone I have been causing such distress just because I feel like I have changed after our big fight. To tell you the truth, I’ve become weak. I started blocking my emotion just because I don’t want to be affected by those. I didn’t want to feel sad, angry or hopeless.. that’s why I blocked them. At eto ‘yong kinalabasan. Ambigat nung mga away, di ko na mahandle.. kasi pati emotions ko pinipilit ko lang istop. Weak. Ayan ako. Burn out.
Sorry becoming like this. Sorry for not making enough effort. Sorry for letting you get hurt.
Sorry for breaking promises.
Thank you for giving me smiles I have never showed before. Thank you for supporting me when I get depressed because of school and personal problems. Thank you for laughing with me (no, not ‘at’ me :P) when we see something stupid or one of us does something stupid. Thank you for those sweet and thoughtful calls and messages I have barely did to you. Thank you for those snacks you bring me even if I don’t ask you. Thank you for accompanying me to places I have to go. Thank you for those times we go to places we aren’t really familiar. (ahem, adventures.) Thank you for helping me with my heavy bag specially when we still don’t have our ‘something’. Thank you for letting me do stupid things at you (which I really like to do). Thank you for giving up but-doesnt-really-want-to-give-up talks. Thank you for being my special friend. Thank you for just smiling even I don’t ask you to. Thank you for the kisses that always feel like the first time. Thank you for the hugs of you arms, where I feel safe and became my second home. Thank you for being my first love. I love you, trust me. Well.. At least trust me for that one.
We have to give things up.. for us to grow by ourselves. I don’t want to be a person like this, I don’t want to block my emotions just because I’m weak. I don’t want you to get hurt kasi ganito ako. Maybe I’m no good for commitments right now.
You’re a blessing to me I’ve been asking for years. I always prayed to be held in someone’s arms. :) And it’s worth having you. Please always smile. You’re my smile, remember? Basta pag nakikita kitang nakasmile, napapasmile rin ako. :) Bring hanky whenever you’re out, we all know what randomly happens to your nose mister. Remember to iron your clothes, srsly. Nakakagigil plantsahin damit mo. Btw, I still hate your crocs. Your temper ha?
.. Most of all, smile. :)
I hope you see this.
Take care. God bless.
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You don’t always have to be sweet and lovey dovey all the time. You can be the assholes to each other and be mean. That’s when you know there is comfortability. Making fun of each other, calling mean names, abusing each other. Abusing as in joking around. The playful fighting. That’s another way to show love.
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I want to sleep with someone — but not in that way. I want to sleep next to someone, just feeling his heartbeat, and listening to his light snores, observing his chest rise and fall. Finally, in the morning, waking up with him still next to me, and being greeted with kisses on the cheek, on the forehead. Just a lovely thought.
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