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On a hot September Saturday, I stayed home, got in front of my laptop, and enjoyed the gift of silence.

Just like any other love song,
It starts with a smile, kilig, and sunny, giddy dances,
Just like any other love song,
It stays with you, warming your tummy in a cold rainy weather,
Just like any other love song,
It fades, and leaves traces of you and him.
~

I can weave words and sentences to clothe you with love
I can burn a garage just to keep you warm and snug
I can destroy houses to build bridges..just so to see those beautiful brown eyes over and over again
~

No words are ever made to describe love
Because love is not born to be spoken,
It is to be shared with warm hugs, sloppy kisses and many things in between.
~

I'm writing you this letter, not to tell you I miss you,
I'm writing you this letter, to thank you for teaching me what really letting go looks like,
for giving up someone without fighting for her.
I'm writing you this letter, not to blame you, but to let you know that I forgive you,
for letting me go, and making me feel miserable.
I'm writing you this letter, to let you know that I am ok, I'm moving on,
not to gain sympathy, or prove I am stronger than you.
I'm writing you this letter, to let you know that I am happy, finally.
Free from pain, free from heartaches, but the memories we've shared, good and bad, will remain in my heart, forever.
~

In love, my cheeks glow
In love, my eyes sees rainbows and hearts everywhere
In love, my nose could always sense you scent, even on crowded places
In love, my lips can't stop curving to a smile
In love, my heart flutters
In love,  my body feels like dancing
In love, my tummy whirls with butterflies
In love, my bladder feels like exploding with kilig
In love, my lungs couldn't get enough air, because you take my breath away
In love, my feet couldn't stay grounded, because with you, I always feel in heaven
~

Finding love is not like winning the jackpot in the lottery,
It does not come easy, and I have to invest a lot, to win.
Finding true love is like sitting under a shady tree, reading a book on a cloudy, windy afternoon,
and then, as you flip thru the chapters, you stumble upon a beautiful passage, that'll change your life forever.
~

Why do we think that life is always unfair?
We perceive things and make our own standards,
We expect things to be the way we want it to be.
When we do not get what we want, we project our frustration to other things.
Life does not owe us anything, life happens and, a lot like love,
it doesn't choose anyone. It just happens.
~

Silence makes me at peace. Wherever I am, if it's a quiet place, my mind starts crawling out from reality, and dives into my deep seated thoughts,
pours out sad but enjoyable things to write about. And here I am, not using sarcasm for a whole damn hour.

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