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.



Analogy of opposites

It is beautiful to think how love can be easily made but difficult to undo. The idea of love is admiring but unloving is tragic. Love, at times, is peculiar but the greatest feeling one can have, for some the worst. Love is seen in perspective, in two different point of views and not with one side alone. Love is not all heaven, sometimes hell.

To love is to be happy and to unlove is to be broken. Ironic how people associate unloving to getting shattered. Instead, unloving is creating a new dimension of yourself. To unlove is to get up from your fall when you climbed a tree with frail twigs and branches. It is erasing a story written with a permanent marker, hard to do but will eventually fade away.

Love in all aspect is still believable even through pain and agony because it is love. However, it is not love anymore when you continue to love the same person over again with the same reason of you being hurt. Love is learning to let go and loving yourself. Sadly, love is not all happy endings and best wishes.

We all need to master how to unlove. Unloving is the state of being hurt but believing that a broken heart can be fixed. That even a frozen heart can be thawed. For the meantime, its pieces are scattered but ultimately someone will gather and put it back together again.

I guess the right analogy should be: to love is to be happy and to unlove is to be contented. Unloving is letting go of someone. Moreover, it is setting yourself free.