Letters to You: Prose and Poetry

One time, I was asked: how can it be possible to transmute pain into poetry?
I was stupefied by the question.
But it made me conceive.
How can one write such good poetry out of torment?

I have already found the answer to this question.
By the time of affliction and anguish of my affection,
I knew then that pens and papers are the only release I can ever manage.

I knew then that I cannot hurt back the person who inflicted me such pain.
And that for the life of me, I can just write until I am hurting no more.

To turn the man into a poetry while I am making myself believe that he merits it.

To be a writer of our love until the end of our story.

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Letters to You. My Alpha Male

You only need one man to love you. But him to love you free like a wildfire, crazy like the moon, always like tomorrow, sudden like an inhale and overcoming like the tides. Only one man and all of this.

I just borrowed the quotes from goodreads.

I love that you talk to me about your disappointment and pain. I love it when you share me the things that hurts you and you close your eyes in my loving arms, cuddled like you need protection. There’s nothing like our love for each other. I love you when your sad. I love you when you’re happy. I love you all the time. I am giving you my kisses and hugs while I write and close this.

I am dating an alpha male who isn’t ashamed of showing weaknesses.

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Letters to You. The downside of things

1:39 A.M

Here I am, wide awake. Awakened by the idea of losing you in the process. At times like this, I only wish to say things I wasn’t able to say when I had a chance. Had I known there wouldn’t be any chance to tell you, I would’ve┬ásaid it. I would’ve told you but my heart was shattered long before I could speak. My heart’s lost to you. I could not believe I am still drawn to you like you never had me broken. This is the downside of things…

when you love and you’re blinded with the idea of love.

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Letters to You. Misery

I have never thought that a happy and healthy relationship would have a room for such misery.

Is it some kind of sweet misery?

No. I don’t think so. I think misery is the same with agony in every sense of the word. It’s still sadness.

Do I make you sad?

Yes. And it sucks because most of those times, it’s the thought of you that makes me sad. You don’t have any intention of doing so, but I always miss you so bad, it makes me sad.

This Long Distance Relationship is killing us. I’m willing to take this relationship to a whole new level but it would take more patience and time. I hope you’ll be more kind to me.

Do I have any option? Once it has been said, “There’s no other hand I would rather hold.”

I love you. I thank God for you.

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Letters to You. November 11, 2014 / 2

6:49A.M

I am writing this again in the midst of my sadness. I am thinking of you again. And you see, I just started this series in my blog and I can’t stop writing. I guess, we can relate this to the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you. That’s mainly the reason. I write about you because I love you. I write about you because I hate you. Right now, I am in love and in hate with you. But you are my totality. This blog is for you.

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Question: How did the two of you meet?

It’s normal for people to ask this question when you decide to press release your relationship. The significance of the meeting for couples are very rare. Some circumstances are based on the social activities. Or the location. Or maybe you know him forever you didn’t think it’s still important to remember.

So if I am to answer this question. I met my partner in the mountain. One morning, around 4 of the year 2012, friends were socializing and I just woke up. This man just came out of nowhere and he’s drunk. Not impressive to begin with. But that was their event and I was just invited. So he is friends with everyone in my crowd except for me. Then we were introduced to each other. It wasn’t a formal introduction since I already mentioned, he was drunk and I was sober.

So then he slept. I was just sitting outside his tent and he snored like a big man. But he isn’t a big man. And so on. After hours, breakcamp, then we all started to descent. At Evercrest, we took bath and I was combing my hair when he called me and said “Nice Shirt!”

So there, it started with “Nice Shirt!”

He added me on his Facebook Account, he kept in touch, year after year, we still get to see each other. And all the time, it’s special. Until the 26th of August of this year 2014, we finally decided to start a relationship.

What’s your story?

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10 Things You Might Wanna Know About Me

1. I am not really a writer. Growing up, I have been fond of reading and writing for me is just one way of expressing my absurdity in this world. I have demented ideas and I don’t like posting my feelings on Facebook, I’d rather annoy you differently.

2. I am in a serious relationship with God, but to say I am alike Him is way too far from reality, I still sin, and I still have vices.

3. I am in love with my boyfriend, but I guess what makes my relationship with him special is because I am more in love with my life than with him. For me it’s important that you still find time for the other things you love besides your love. Each individuality in a relationship should never be set aside. I may have this longing for an affair to the world, but my heart belongs to him. He knows that for sure.

4. I have a favorite Seven-Year old daughter and a favorite Four-ayear old son. Break their heart, I’ll break your neck.

5. I love taking pictures of my feet stepping down the places I go to. I have more than 50 pictures of those in different places already.

6. I love the sunset. I love the beach. My feet. The sunset. A book. A beer. That’s an ideal life for me.

7. I love pigging out with my friends. For me, friends who eat together, stay together for a long time. And eating with a happy crowd is healthy.

8. I love writing about my conversation with my boyfriend. He is a man with full of sense to me. Our pillow talk is our best bond ever. We sit by the window, watch people walk by, watch the silhouette of the mountains, and talk just about everything. He is my best friend in this world.

9. I love being in control of my emotions. Yes. I have mastered the way to have a sound mind and a sound body. The less you care, the less chance you get bothered with everything.

10. I mean, I am not perfect. But I know, I have grown to be beautiful because life has fucked the hell out of me and it keeps fucking me. Not giving a damn is almost a reflex.

That’s my story. What’s yours?

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