Skipping through pages. A through and through.

~o~



Same night, same day, same cold chilly wind.

Different predicaments, different statutes, perhaps different souls.

She made a conscious decision this same day, one of the hardest she guesses in her 21 years of life,

which  actually is the only thing that pursued when all of the insides that are in her were in total

opposition.

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He asks.

"Okay ka lang ba?"

"Magaling ka na ba?"

"Nakatulog ka na ba?"

"San ka umuwi?"

"May lagnat ka pa din?"

"Hindi ka na naman kumain?"

"Wala ka na namang pera ba?"

"Asan ka na naman?"

"May balak ka bang magreply?"

She replies.

"Yess ^___^"

"No :( "

"Di pa eh LOL =))"

"Di pa eh :( huhu"

"Maya na. :p"

"Waah waitss busyyyy"

"HONOBEYEN JUSKUPOLOOORD @_@"

"Like I just did, what's this text called ba? Whatevs"

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Step-No

Step-Yes

Step- .....

She asks.

"Okay ka langpo  ba? :'("

"Magaling ka na po ba? *sad"

"Nakatulog ka na ba? hmmm :-?"

"San ka umuwi? hmmmp"

"May lagnat ka pa din po? :'("

"Hindi ka na naman makakain?"

"Ano na naman po masakit sayo huhu?"

"Asan ka na naman ba!!? putangina"

"May balak ka bang magreply? tangina naman oh!"

He replies.

"Ano?"

"Baket"

"K"

"Oo"

"Indi"

"Siguro"

"Basta"

"Ewan"

"oo na nga"

"AYOKO NA PUTANGINA"

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I love you"

"Why do you love me?"

"I just do."

"....."

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"Come here I  need you."

"Last wish granted, by tomorrow I don't know you."

"You think highly of yourself, you're mine."

"Iloveyou"

"Not a bit of me will remember."

"fool"

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"Where are you? I'm here."

"Are you really there? I'm coming :)"

"Are you really coming? :)"

"Yes, I am, wait."

"No games are you really coming?"

" I am!! stay put, wait for me"

"For how long?"

"As long as it takes"

"Stop playing, please."

"I'm not, so wait."

".....!@#$%^&..."

"Already here, where are you?"

" I left"

"games"

"games"

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It was unexpected, she never thought that a final reunion will somehow lead to an unbecoming death, she has never encountered such disappointment on a day that she looked forward to in all superlative adjectives for joy, excitement, thrill and a "this is it, finally!"~ that one bright morning with the aroma of coffee and butter in fluffy pancakes, it was astonishing that it was indeed not  a day to boost her morale but lest to dishearten her having known that with such vessel right before her eyes, it was utterly bitter to admit that perhaps that soul is truly g-o-n-e.

~AFFIRMATION~

...of the truth that this love can be unreal when death comes to one's door, love dies when souls die--

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STATUS QUO

Indeed not a function of circumstance but a heavy deal of conscious decision making and standing for it,

 I'm not bitter, but I'm better :).

 And in all honesty,

 I'm still me but with a longer dry hair, 

thinner long legs that you did love, 

in a different scent of Clinique "Happy"

 which I aim to be, 

in a more quieter means of word play now, 

still gregarious to strangers, 

still cusses like a whore and I...

 I still watch you, and learn from you 

because that is the part of me that I have grown with you 

that is in all sincerity~ 
a me that I love to love. 
My decision, being it so selfish, self centered and I guess very against you perhaps is something

I'd annually remember,

 there were fireworks that day, lots of them, 

we ate exactly what we craved for, 

harassed my feet into long walks and 

walked all throughout the rain, 

raised our feet in the car seat with shoes on, bought the silliest  most  comically manufactured products, 

joked and fooled around hiding and seeking, talked for hours with senseless logics that you never knew how much it stuck in my head, 

the last night of you and me 

was indeed the best memory of 

you in me.

In my heart you'll always be dear to my regard.

~anonymous

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Sweet

I'm sorry I lost you.

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