it's too hot to handle..

well i have to write this in my own point view..need to remember this day...well fair enough for the heart's day..though it's over..

well what if someone just come to you and said with those lovingly eyes.." I don't know how can I make u mine? care to tell me.." wow..di ba...huh! juz need that little mpppfff to end that day.....a little spice they say..i was just astounded & went numb to my feet..my wits jus went..."what do u have say..say something dumb"..juz went blank..

ooohhh..i'm juz so hating what's happening right now..like every person I wanted to be with these past few days..is either out of the coverage area or unavailable..dammit..but there is this guy ...oh well he has these lines dat could make u melt...like 'it's ok, i understand...just let me love you..that's the only thing i want to do."..duh!the chocolate could melt..how could i not melt with that..its juz making u smile..well he find silly antics to make me smile..I'm not that very open to anyone but he's very makulit as in katulad ko na makulit..he said "don't think about anything juz be happy"..

well thank you ha!yer making me smile this past few days..and I know there is reason for everything..though I do have a bf..and i love him so much..but i'm happy met u

A choice with time...

"Time has no meaning in itself unless we choose to give it significance."

I choose my time to differ..some of us are enslaved with time though we are the ones who created it in the first place. I feel like my time is the only companion I have..so I have a good choice with time...well that's what I believe...we need to believe in something right? To keep us moving forward..I don't want to feel zipped by the moment..Gosh! hearts day..I'm a very hopeless romantic person..chocolates & flowers..standing in the rain..simple mushy stuff that makes your skin works its creeps..worth that smile..more importantly warms your heart..well I got a lot of that today..but I was missing something...ehem! I stand corrected that would be "I am missing someone.."I felt like my world just spinning around...whole transitions..but they say a girl can't help it!..darn it!i'm in love what can I do..I just wish he feels the same way...well in some occasions he does feel the same way..but not all the time..but that's good right? because if we are smothering each other,how can we outshine from that shade..I just wish him well this hearts day..though I think he treats it as an ordinary day..well every person's waking day should be treated as hearts day...it shouldn't be confined to only one day right?hmmm..

I am quite silly these past few months...I'm not the type of person that just hold the feelings in the corner..I always make it known..I want my time to be significant for the both of us even though time itself has been greedy for the both of us..so wrote something for the heart's day...

Hold my hand,
And don't let go.
Because the warmth that I feel from you,
Serves as a gentle reminder,
That you're still here.

Hold my hand,
And don't let go.
Because your fingers wrapped tightly around mine,
Whispers to me,
That you love me.

Hold my hand,
And don't let go.
Because the careful way you act around me,
Let's me know,
That you love me too.

Hold my hand,
And don't let go,
Because every moment that your hand is still around mine,
Tells me,
That you aren't leaving me.
Not yet.

For every second that you're still here,
Is another moment that I can keep.
And every minute,
That you sit beside me,
Is another memory to stay with me.
And every little part of my life,
That I spend with you,
Is another moment,
Before you have to leave.
And every time,
Your fingers are wrapped around mine,
Let's me forget,
That this won't last long.

Hold my hand,
And don't let go,
And I'll hold yours,
Trying to pretend,
That we can stay together...

In million words I wish he could just read these...the silent lady may not speak no more..but it doesn't stop her heart to speak for itself...HAPPY HEARTS DAY HON! and to all the people who knows how to love & be loved..

enormously_incapacitated

i want to fit into the cave of your chest with mine... and breathe this intoxicating fever i have for you
down your neck, below your right ear.
i want to slowly touch the very ends of your hair and push the tuft across your face without touching your skin.
the most beautiful and painful thing about you ... is that i can not touch you.


i wanted to tell you that i saw forever in your eyes, in french...(i know my french)
like an old 40s movie
leaving me at the train station
i would mutter, in the rain
"je voir
toujours
dans le tien
mirettes "
when they glimmered off of the computer screen.
like warm chestnuts stuck behind glass, i imagined looking at them straight on.
you are distant. so near yet so far..so almost close..

i thought about you, thoroughly, for a few hours yesterday. i bit my lip, hard, in disgust with myself. i feel creepy because of my obsession.
i thought up a new game for myself the other day so that i could keep my cool when i am around you. . . to think back to this old twisted weeping willow tree game.

i would just imagine myself sitting underneath it, calm, in the long grass and pebbles. my knees a little dirty and my feet bare.
this thought calms me more than anything else in the world.
until a flash of memory came..darn it!those eyes again. i lost it.

i thought "willow tree, willow tree, bare feet, long grass... YOU... no no no willow tree... he has beautiful eyes"
i obviously need a new game.

i feel warm blood in my heart pumping harder than ever.


i am absolutely consumed. . . and i feel like an idiot.
fortunately you will never know how i feel.