Part I.

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1.

The things left unsaid gnaw away at my insides every single day, but I feel fine. I’m happy with this back-and-forth. Your presences makes me feel like the world’s gray shade got a tad lighter.

For that, I am thankful.

2.

If this is what love is, let me have none of it. Let me wallow away in isolation, never to be heard from again.

If this is what love is, let me have all of it. Let me take it in the palm of my hand and wonder at how fragile something so beautiful can be.

If this is what love is, let me let you let us in our letting. Let it pour over me, drown me like a thousand seas, but never let me go.

(It is, after all, the most wondrous of all phenomena.)

If this is what love is, let me question it until my knuckles are raw from punching imaginary walls where they should not be. Let me keep doubting, lest I become content and stop loving altogether.

If this is what love is, let me be angry at fate, even just for a moment. Let me blame the stars, who mock me in my sorrow but keep me hoping all the same.

If this is what love is, let me be consoled with what may still be. Let me hope against all hope, to never falter in troubled times.

If this is what love is, let it not be what love is not. Let it be as it should, as painful, as ugly, as difficult as it may be.

If this is what love is, let her be the beloved. Let it be as simple as that.

3.

Ang makita kang nasasaktan at umiiyak ay hindi isang imaheng dapat makasanayan.

4.

Kung ang mundong nabubuksan mo sa iisang salita lamang ay napakaganda’t napakaligaya, nais kong kausapin ka sa bawat sandali, hinihiling sa langit na kailanman wari’y hindi mabingi.

5.

Nagsusulat ako para sa lahat at sa wala. Nagsusulat ako para sa iyo at para sa sarili ko. Nagsusulat ako para marinig ng mundo ang mga bulong ng pusong naghihinagpis at nagkakandagulo sapagkat ito’y nakakulong ng isang isipang nagmamarunong at nagpapakatama. Nagsusulat ako dahil alam kong ito lang ang nararapat at naaayon. Nagsusulat ako kahit na hindi sapat ang siguro at baka sakali, kahit na hindi sapat ang mga saglit at teka lang, at kahit hindi kailanman magiging sapat ang walang katiyakan.

Nagsusulat ako dahil minsan ito lang ang kaya kong ibigay. Nagsusulat ako dahil sa kabila ng lahat, ang puno’t dulo ng mga simpleng katha ay ang totoo at nananatiling ikaw. Nagsusulat ako dahil sa pagkakataon, at dahil sa pagtataya.

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