NO ONE LIKES END.

If your heart hurts a little after letting go of someone or something, that’s okay. It just means that your feelings were genuine. No one likes ends. And no one likes pain.

But sometimes we have to put things that were once good to an end after they turn toxic to our wellbeing.  Not every new beginning is meant to last forever. And not every person who walks into your life is meant to stay.

-Najwa Zebian-

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SWEETHEART

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Gabee & John

We always teased them that they won’t last together, pestering the guy that he doesn’t deserve her or advising the girl to leave him as soon as she can. Of course, there was no issue at all. Merely, we are just being playful with them and they knew it.

I’ve known them for more than four years now and I still find them cool and comfy to be with. We lived together in one roof before and I can’t think any bad scenario I had with them. That’s why I hate those people who judge them easily without any significant reasons.

This sweetheart has been together for a long time. I don’t know what is the secret, but I think it’s about how they behave with each other. I’m pretty sure that they are the best of friends and they can laugh at themselves when life throws them curves. I have never seen them shouting nor insulting each other in front of people. Maybe because they keep their arguments private and resolved by their own. I never heard them speaking ill to each other, and seeing like this, is such a beautiful sight.

We are just waiting for them to ring the bells. Until then, the teasing will never stop and it’s okay, because we knew, they sheltered enough their relationship with love and trust.

Hopefully, no storms can hit them down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I AM NOT FINE

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I’m not fine.

It’s not okay.

I don’t want to talk about it.

I am not ready to share it with you.

Give me some time.

I need space for a while.

I don’t want to see you.

I feel bad.

 

I think it’s okay to say all these words. We should at least stop hiding our feelings for a while to catch our breath and release the tension. Let’s honor our emotions and sometimes let them flow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

HIS FAVORITE SURPRISE

It was such a lovely day. All her friends and family gathered together to celebrate the most awaiting day. Never in her life, she imagined she would meet someone exactly the person she longs to have; good, kind and handsome. Not that he only accepted her, but everyone around in her life. It was the miracle she was wishing for. To have someone who will call her own.

Everyone is smiling, wishing them well, sharing the incontestable feelings as if their prayers have been answered as well.  There was no hesitation, no looking back because the past is something to be learned, but the present is more significant.

Promises are made, but not to be broken.

Love will never be weakened.

Always ready to face the approaching dares and will never forget the affirmations made.

Love is made to be loyal, faithful and joyful.

It must be respected. It needs to be enjoyed.

“I have prepared everything in my life, but you, I never see you coming. You are my most favorite surprise.” He said.

I woke up with the sound of my alarm clock, damn, we should have kissed!

 

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Yours, Introverted Friend

This is the first time I decided to write my feelings or what my self-wanted to express most. It’s not new to me to hide all things by myself, my sufferings, emotions, I had the difficulty of expressing them. I don’t know how to construct words, making a good story for me to be understood. I’m just a little of introvert if not, a very introvert person.

I know all my stories, but having trouble dealing with them and to how to express in the easiest way it could be for me.  I tried to get out of my shell, but sometimes things just happened that made me go back from where I have been. I got carried away from this absurd character and I’m afraid not being understood at all.

Sometimes, think I’ve become an alien. I hope this is just a manifestation of me, probably the funniest part of me that you would like.

You know, I’m just a kind of a persistent man, don’t know when and how to give up. If I find some little possibility I just can’t seem to stop until I get there. I think I just need to be told, that’s not all the time, the world will side with me. I also hate being left dangling, floating and not knowing when to land.

Lately, for the past many months, I’m so down.  I know I’m giving myself a very hard time. It’s like punishing myself for things that I don’t know what to do as a reward. I just wanted to quit everything, my work, my life.

I guess I got this difficulty since my childhood were other children used to bully me and called me a brat. Since then I have developed myself not to tell my mother of the pains that I get thru. I always eat the sting by myself, and not letting anyone share it because I am greedy for my own agony. It was easy for me to swear more than I could ever sweat.

When I was assigned to work in a new place, I was very lonely. All I could see are just the four corners of the room. There’s no sky nor other people. I could barely see the sun if I won’t get down on the 23rd floor. It’s like I’ve been imprisoned for 6 months. I know, it was nobody’s mistake, blame on me because I didn’t try to see the world. I was so used to sit in the dark corners of my own world.

You should know, there are only a few people where I can confide with, even though I wanted to. Whenever I find myself trying to start, it feels like I’m going to end my story nearly. The thing is, I just wanted to find myself cause I’m lost track already.  And I am telling you this because you are one of those very few I could trust.

Yours,

Introverted Friend

 

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Next: Reply from an extroverted friend.

 

WHEN HE WANTS TO BE ALONE

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“I think that the best thing we can do for our children is to allow them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, allow them to experience life on their own terms, allow them to take the subway… let them be better people, let them believe more in themselves.”

  ― C. JoyBell C.

I DREAM OF YOU.

A green, elongated, legless with deadly eyes has been chasing me for hours.  I know what it is. I know it can cause my death. I’m so terrified, I couldn’t even scream for help. I can still move, run here and there, avoiding to be swallowed, outing for my survival.  Then, unexpectedly, the poisonous eyes closed, down to the ground, wheezing and now it has been put inside the box; locked and isolated, probably lifeless.

I saw him. He had the bat. He strikes and killed the venomous snake.  He’s my knight in shining armor. I wonder who he was, he wasn’t familiar at all. I never had the chance to thank him, or even asked his name.

When he can still sense that I am still frightened, he unlocked the box and grip the snake out. With his strong hand, he jiggled it and said, “see, it’s dead”.

I glared at it, making sure it would never come back to me. But all of a sudden the dead serpent turned into a human being – the face of the person I truly hate; the gossiper, the traitor, the pretender and self-righteous ex-friend.

I know, she’s always been the serpent.

I woke up with the happy hiss. I’m glad she was dead in my dream.

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Ahjussi

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“I have an Ahjussi.

When I see the Ahjussi, I’d feel… how do I describe the feeling?

Like a warm blanket, like the morning sun.

You know what I mean?

And someone else is… a little hated but still okay.

His personality is very annoying, but he’s not a bad person.

Sometimes I like him, but sometimes I don’t.”

He is a good friend, I can never ask for more.

I am just a kid.

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My five years old godchild (Jevon) drew this out of his furry and being unhappy with his mom for not letting him play the smartphone.

Is it really impossible to tell someone what we really feel instead of keeping or ignoring until it aches so badly? 

This kid is better than me.

 

A girl with a sad eyes.

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Can’t you see it in her eyes?
It screams more than words can say
Her eyes tangled with sadness
No one could ever guess.

She wishes that you could see
Her eyes beaming with bleak
You wonder, but let it be
Let her eyes shades of gray.

She doesn’t need you to speak
Because it makes her weak
Just give her a good blink
Then she dares to breathe.