there is no looking back.

you asked me if i miss you. my reply is this, “i don’t miss you, i miss the guy who used to call me every night, just to see how my day was. who told me his deepest, darkest secrets, the only one i trusted mine with. the guy who knew how to say sorry, the one who stood up for me, and the one who kept my name safe in his mouth. the guy that was my best friend… that’s the guy i miss. how could i miss you? i don’t even know you.”

there is no looking back. there is no looking back. There is no looking back.

public secrets

there is no such thing as secrets. only hidden truths. those that we try to bury beneath layers of overbearing shallow aesthetic spectacles. waiting – anticipating – to be uncovered. for something or someone special to share them with.they’re there. on top of an open palm of everyone.

you just have to prove that you’re just as special as these truths. for someone so guarded, you just have to be worth it. and in that open, unreserved moment when all have been by its naked self,  you just have to be there.

there are far better things ahead than things we leave behind..

… this is how easy it is: i stopped, for the life out of me, thinking about you. even if it was hard. i stopped. little by little. shedding each piece of what you have shared with me, of what i shared with you.

there are far better things ahead than things we leave behind..

do me a favor and do the same: just stop.

a love letter to you.

i think the best time to say that you already  found the right one…

… is when you stop looking for more…

in pursuit of happiness :p

Try to find what makes you happy, and soon you will end up with someone who saw you completely without ever wanting anything except be a part of you.

you are most beautiful when you least expect it.

… so don’t walk around with your head held down. there’s a beauty in you you haven’t yet discovered. i’m holding it out to you. there’s nothing worthless about you. you just have to have that courage to be who you are in a world where the being fancy about aesthetics take centerstage. you are being you. and nothing can be more beautiful than that.

you. now there’s you.

there’s a second chance for everything. at least for us anyway. although this may be the nth time we’ve decided to give it a try one more time. maybe the few years of separation and slowly learning to make our way around life did made us better not only for ourselves but for each other as well. it still feels like we’re coming around re-discovering each other.

you asked me if i still write. i am. only this time, you inspire me in the quirkiest way possible. you should know that you’ve given me some spark to write something other than the sadness i occasionally feel.

you make it less lonely. even when you’re away. even when i only see you at  certain weeks in a year. this distance that we have now between us feels like it doesn’t make us grow apart anymore. it only makes us want to learn more about each other. and i take refuge in that.

there’s quietness now. or there is a significant change in how we can be comfortably settled with each other. i can lounge around in casual shirts in cold weather and still feel warm because there’s now you.

remember

Remembering is an involuntary act of forgetting.

talk to me. don’t talk about me.

i think it’s better to just SHUT UP and leave you to yourselves. i learned to stop explaining. it’s better to stop explaining. it’s best if i just stayed away, learning to love what i have on hand even if i hate it sometimes. there’s so much effort trying to explain things when you’ve already assumed what you would like to hear. it’s a complete waste of time.

if you’ll hide me in riddles. i will let you. if you’re quick enough to turn the other cheek and take my actions as something against you. i will let you. if you’re going to  there’s no point really to comfort something that has been thoughtfully concluded.

i will live in my silence. always from now on.

do what you love.or.leave it.

There are 8765 hours in a year. Assuming you have a fulltime job, you will spend 1920 of these hours at work — at least. That means your job accounts for 20 per cent of your time – so from a strictly mathematical point of veiw, what you do for a living has a significant impact on how you spend your life. Do what you love, or leave it.

faith.

believes that when you treat people as they are, they will remain as they are, but when you treat them as they could be, they can become what they should be.

~ reposted from a friend’s facebook page Ü

guess.

if someone chooses to stay after you’ve laid out everything that happened with you on the times years and distance have separated the two of you, and still is willing to take you or even wait for you in spite of how damaged you’ve become.

it’s something. that counts for something.