“I figured, that if trees are planted too close to each other tendency is that sometimes, they cannot extend their arms/branches in order to grow better and achieve greater heights. Just like people…. sometimes we just need that space in order to grow.”
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July 2011
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“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the mid-afternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.”
—Jonathan Safran Foer
I am wonderful with or without you.
There are many ways of showing it, saying it.
I think I have done everything to do so, but then again, this is only half of the life that I want to live with you.
From my shortcomings and your 90% rebound rate of hatred toward me, from the lacking .1 percent of my 99.9 of trying to show you to what I want.
From the bottom of my wasted heart to your luminescent smile, from my stubby fingers to your freezing hands.
From Antipolo to Bicutan.
From UA&P to APC.
From me to you.
I LOVE YOU.
I’m not gonna say forever, because you don’t believe in that. I’m not gonna say until my dying day, because that’s from a movie. But what I will say is that I love you, and I love you.
I learned in my Foundations of the Humanities class is that creating complex sentences will only make things, well, complex. So to really defend my thesis statement, baring onnly the essentials will do me good.
So here lies my thesis statement:
“I LOVE YOU”
No bullshit, no arte. Just that.
I love you.
HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY. THE FIRST OF MANY, YES? :)
I knew i’d be sticking up with you since day one. You’re all worth it. I LOVE YOU through the tough and good days. I love you. Happy anniversary! :) Yes to the first of many happy ones! :)
“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts”
—Edgar Allan Poe
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We forget that there’s 2 in a relationship. Now, we may not want to change but eventually you’ll have to adapt. The life ain’t just yours, it’s shared between the two of you, you’ll have to accept changes and do something out of the ordinary. Don’t sit there and expect your partner to always understand and accept that ‘that’s always been you’, people can only take so much, be flexible and have exemptions. Minor changes doesn’t completely change you.
True enough. I hope this person eventually realize this. I really do.
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”
—Stephen Chbosky
