LyFu

 I call you by your last name... You said my name is beautiful. Thanks, but you know what? I don't like my second name - Jean. I was born May 21, you were born January 1. I am 20 days, 4 months and 13 years younger than you, doesn't matter. You like younger women, we're vivacious. I like older men, you're wiser. Blue's Clues! February 14 last year, my date and I watched the movie Baler. February 14 this year, I'm dating someone from Baler. I understand that your family is very important to you. I have this feeling that if circumstances will force you to make a choice, you'll choose them over me, right? Back to our old school days,

no'ng una tayo nag-usap naisip ko you're just one of 'em busy, snob, metropolis men i waited for your e-mail nangako ka e, pero 'ala i knew it, somehow it still hurt 'ala na 'kong balak umasa but then nasorpresa mo'ko ha days passed na kasi, still tumawag ka nahiya pa ako it's your aunt pala who added me up on fb and now they tease you... nangingiti ako hehe pag nangungulit ka, madaldal ka pala who would've known hmmm 'di ako mapakali sa work pag nagvibrate na mobile ko musika na s'ken voice mo 'di na nakakatamad umuwi i know you're waiting e and my day would be complete 'di na nakakabagot childish pero masaya ako lumu

We never know but when it slits our being it can last a lifetime We never know but where it hits us causes paralysis We never know but who hurts us is always the most special We never know why they always do we're just always left wond'rin' so We never know how to heal the wounds if ever they do heal, still there's always deep scars

i never saw a man cry before me... before until you. sorry. i promise i'll listen to you, i'll go to sleep now so that we can meet in a dream in the heavens we created just for us in the paradise we live to love.

i didn't wear my watch i want to forget it's Thursday i don't want 2:00 a.m. to come still something in me anticipates while something in me dies while i lose myself i almost uttered a prayer that he'd still be there sitting... sipping his Starbucks coffee even though i have in my hands the note  he wrote in this tear-soaked tissue my heartbeat became my clock i watched the door swung open, and close, as people come and go i looked for his face but i only find it in my mind i started to worry i searched for his presence but i only feel him in my heart i started to cry i hate this tissue! it did not lie to me