All this time, I thought I was writing for you, when I’ve been writing for myself all along. All this time, I thought we’d meet again in our favorite church, exchanging our gazes and look-aways when we both see each other’s stares. Perhaps, I was just wishing for you to smile at me under the…
Read moreI would gladly accept…
…when I see you with someone that was never named like me. I won’t write about you anymore, and that’s a pinky swear. But, please, don’t you ever visit me again in my dreams because you no longer exist in my memory. You are a past life, a once-upon-a-time but never again, and a ticket…
Read moreAnd if ever you’re longing for my presence,
just visit me in the place where I am resting forever. Don’t forget to bring the most beautiful flower in our garden and my favorite liquor, you know how much I love those. But darling, I love you more than anything in this world, we may not have the best father and daughter bond in…
Read moreTell me how it feels?
And perchance, somewhere in time, we will cross each other’s path again and by that time, I would be lying if I tell thee that I have forgotten every single pain you’ve caused — the pain that I’ve carried within my psyche. Those unsavory noises still hunt me in my sleep, in my darkest moment,…
Read moreYou are too good to live in this cruel world.
Starting from this moment, I will no longer be able to hear your soft barks every time you see me. Starting today, I’ll practice myself to stop looking for your shadows and the gentle of your hands. You’ll be remembered — not as a dog who served for our kindred for how many years but…
Read moreLooking back to two thousand and fifteen…
… we were just stars on crossroads, wandering where our paths would take us. In intertwined fingers and stitched hearts, in screwed up selves and vodkas, in throbbing pain and promises, we were just stars finding our way back to each other. But lately, I’ve realized how my past changed the universe in me. By…
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