to my "belinda",
i stayed up awake last night thinking of you. how long has it been? a year or so? 4
93 sunrise and sunsets, yet feels like everything is still the same. The same thrills and shivers when i hear your name or listening to you on the other line saying my name. I can still smell you, lingering in this air of melancholy. I miss you. The way you close your eyes when you sleep and snore, louder than my radio, yet, you remain to be fascinatingly likable. I miss you. The scent of faded rose petals on your jeans and gummy bears on rainy days. The feeling of intoxication in the bitter days of regret and misery. our shared vertigo's. i think of you like it was yesterday. You, me, alone with a cup of hot choco outside the busy streets of Pala-o. The untold love stories above flying cars and twilight zones. Dusts in our feet and sinful goodbyes of ex-boyfriends in our pockets.
everything ended but you were still there, i had you, we had each other. such sweet sorrowful voice in a glass of box, when all i can hear was the car, blowing its horn. Everything was a mistake, yet, twistedly perfect. Yesteryear's of silence did nothing but see a piece of you in every people i meet. You're that words written on crumpled paper. Little things that we take for granted, not noticing that they permit big ideologies to dominate us in the long run. I miss you. Have i said it enough?
I guess all i have (and will always have) are our memories, of barbeque sticks, midnight dances, cup noodles, and fast food spoons. But you, lucky girl, you'll have me. A big chunk of my brain (as if you need it!), this thingamajig that beats, and twinkle toes. I love you, still. You cant get rid of me that easily.
But for now, you're like a fleeting brilliant flash of falling star on my dark summer night. One moment alive, then suddenly gone, maybe forever. The weight of this sad time we must obey; speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. So, are you really getting married or was it part of his teenage angst brigade?
Anticipating,
DEE
i stayed up awake last night thinking of you. how long has it been? a year or so? 4
93 sunrise and sunsets, yet feels like everything is still the same. The same thrills and shivers when i hear your name or listening to you on the other line saying my name. I can still smell you, lingering in this air of melancholy. I miss you. The way you close your eyes when you sleep and snore, louder than my radio, yet, you remain to be fascinatingly likable. I miss you. The scent of faded rose petals on your jeans and gummy bears on rainy days. The feeling of intoxication in the bitter days of regret and misery. our shared vertigo's. i think of you like it was yesterday. You, me, alone with a cup of hot choco outside the busy streets of Pala-o. The untold love stories above flying cars and twilight zones. Dusts in our feet and sinful goodbyes of ex-boyfriends in our pockets.everything ended but you were still there, i had you, we had each other. such sweet sorrowful voice in a glass of box, when all i can hear was the car, blowing its horn. Everything was a mistake, yet, twistedly perfect. Yesteryear's of silence did nothing but see a piece of you in every people i meet. You're that words written on crumpled paper. Little things that we take for granted, not noticing that they permit big ideologies to dominate us in the long run. I miss you. Have i said it enough?
I guess all i have (and will always have) are our memories, of barbeque sticks, midnight dances, cup noodles, and fast food spoons. But you, lucky girl, you'll have me. A big chunk of my brain (as if you need it!), this thingamajig that beats, and twinkle toes. I love you, still. You cant get rid of me that easily.
But for now, you're like a fleeting brilliant flash of falling star on my dark summer night. One moment alive, then suddenly gone, maybe forever. The weight of this sad time we must obey; speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. So, are you really getting married or was it part of his teenage angst brigade?
Anticipating,
DEE
