short great love
the story of my life...
one of my friends told me that he's probably my first love. he was the hardest to forget. he was the hardest to get over with. even until now...
but no, im not bitter each time i remember him. i just have this feeling of loss hanging on me. losing something so special.
begins the day you came...
there was this silent figure who sat in a corner and whom, sometimes, i would catch staring at me. they told me he likes me.
i noticed him because he preferred staying in a corner, looking from a distance. i started feeling something...
it would pass by or so i thought. it didnt. something in me grew. but i tried hard to purge it. my parents instilled in my mind that its better to concentrate on my studies than on anything else. isa pa, my cousins told me that maybe it was just infatuation or exaggerated over-over crush. so i did. i tried.
i failed. trying hard to forget him all the more made me think of him.
he has a way of lookin at me when our eyes meet. and if there had been something between us, it only passed between our eyes. i couldnt even name it. it was hard to put into words.
and ends the day you left...
he told me he loved me... finally! torpe pala! sobra!
but what was being torpe? they said it was true love. to have a hard time articulating his feelings.
but he was called home. and panabo and davao used to be so far from each other for me. so i cried all summer, cried all third year high school. he never came back.
he never went to see me in school...
i moved on. i stopped crying. but i didnt forget.
how could i forget? when i would still feel the nervous feeling the first time i noticed his eyes and his smile everytime i talk about him with my friends?
how could i forget? when i would still feel him watching me when he's not even around, see his shy smile somewhere?
how could ou forget the only person who made you feel that you are so special and very much loved without even saying or doing anything?
how? its been five years but i still didnt learn how to.
he did nothing except that he touched my life in such a way very much his own and my life has changed forever.
he didnt even held my hand...
one of my friends told me that he's probably my first love. he was the hardest to forget. he was the hardest to get over with. even until now...
but no, im not bitter each time i remember him. i just have this feeling of loss hanging on me. losing something so special.
begins the day you came...
there was this silent figure who sat in a corner and whom, sometimes, i would catch staring at me. they told me he likes me.
i noticed him because he preferred staying in a corner, looking from a distance. i started feeling something...
it would pass by or so i thought. it didnt. something in me grew. but i tried hard to purge it. my parents instilled in my mind that its better to concentrate on my studies than on anything else. isa pa, my cousins told me that maybe it was just infatuation or exaggerated over-over crush. so i did. i tried.
i failed. trying hard to forget him all the more made me think of him.
he has a way of lookin at me when our eyes meet. and if there had been something between us, it only passed between our eyes. i couldnt even name it. it was hard to put into words.
and ends the day you left...
he told me he loved me... finally! torpe pala! sobra!
but what was being torpe? they said it was true love. to have a hard time articulating his feelings.
but he was called home. and panabo and davao used to be so far from each other for me. so i cried all summer, cried all third year high school. he never came back.
he never went to see me in school...
i moved on. i stopped crying. but i didnt forget.
how could i forget? when i would still feel the nervous feeling the first time i noticed his eyes and his smile everytime i talk about him with my friends?
how could i forget? when i would still feel him watching me when he's not even around, see his shy smile somewhere?
how could ou forget the only person who made you feel that you are so special and very much loved without even saying or doing anything?
how? its been five years but i still didnt learn how to.
he did nothing except that he touched my life in such a way very much his own and my life has changed forever.
he didnt even held my hand...
posted by petite belle @ 6:18 PM
