We are two magnets made to attract. Apparently, we are two magnets with the same side of poles. We tried. Attracting. But no matter how hard we try, we repel. And repel. And repel all over again. I’m afraid that if we still keep on making it work, it’ll be a disaster. Catastrophic. I wanna pull you because that’s what should have been done in the first place. That’s what magnets do. That’s what we are made for, or so we thought.

We got closer but the closer we get, the higher the intensity of the universe pulling you back. Away. Or maybe, I’m the one being pulled away. The one who got disconnected. The one who should have turned the other way around to repulse everything. To change everything. So we can attract. For you to believe that we can and we will.

Along the process, I’ve been continually being pulled. Sadly, it’s not towards you but away. I’ve been constantly blaming myself because this could have worked out. We could be the magnet, just less my ego and selfishness.

In the meantime, I need to find myself because I’ve been lost in the transition. Maybe it’s just the right thing to do; find my way getting to that other pole so I can turn it around. Hopefully, it can make things the way we want it to be. For now, I’ll go back to where we have been before. Maybe that will work for both of our interests. Maybe that will ease the damage that has been done because I don’t want to make it worse. Perhaps, you too wouldn’t want to. For what it’s worth, I don’t wanna hurt me. And I don’t wanna (keep) hurt(ing) you.







Or maybe you deserve someone who isn’t me.


Our story that was never written

Your hands so soft I wanna hold it and never let go. Your eyes a little puffy but so elegant when you smile. Your smirk quite silly but annoyingly beautiful. You are the perfect answer to all my why’s and I always believe that. You. All that matters is you. It wasn’t just the same way over me.


I miss you. The next three words you always hear from me other than I love you. Apparently, you are there: yet I still miss you. They say there’s not a lot to miss but they don’t know you are more than a lot. I miss your snaps that you fondly send to me and which I still have in my phone. I miss those three dots popping in messenger when you are typing. The most I can get now is your face beside the blue cloud of words I sent. That’s all. More painful than you saying goodbye because that was me getting recognized but neglected.

You and me. We had a bunch of stories. I guess you had been my greatest plot twist. You being in the story brought me to all the highs and lows. I am afraid I’ll just keep these stories to myself no matter how sweet it can get. After all, I am telling my tale while you are just playing as my fictional character.

So here’s to our story that could have been shelved beside your favorite books. Let’s just put it between the two of us. Or the least, with me.