I can still remember when I first kissed your lips. It was quick and simple. Not as amazing like the one you would see in a movie, but it was special. Because it was a first. It was innocent. Our lips was pristine. And we know that the moment our lips touch, we both know that it’s going to be us and forever.
First Impressions
It’s somehow funny how people would think I’m the innocent type towards everything. I find it sweet and rather hilarious when people look at me in astonishment whenever I came out with something considered taboo in a conversation. Or when they suddenly hear me saying the “F-word”. I don’t know if it’s my rather innocent feature or the fact that I don’t talk a lot during the first conversation or perhaps maybe I dwell more inside my head than join in the discussion. I sometimes wonder if it’s a bad thing. That I dwell inside my subconscious mind more when really, I should be attentive with my surroundings. Like, right now. I should have spend my last day off going out to the beach, talk to strangers about how the weather is horrible today. But no, instead I stayed at home, lay in my bed and stared on my Twitter’s timeline for hours asking myself questions which really I shouldn’t ask myself at the first place. Now, what’s the connection of Twitter and me being socially awkward and withdrawn? Yep. Nothing really! I just felt like saying those things about me because it seems pretty nice to start a post.
Damn, I suck at blogging!
(Source: jsevilla)
Train
It just occurred to me yesterday afternoon that I did love you. I was in love with you. That all of those times we were talking, bickering and fooling around, I know within myself that I didn’t love you as a mere friend but so much greater than that. I’m so stupid for not saying it out loud. Stupid for even denying it right in front of you. But I was scared! The fear of commitment got the better of me that I chose not to tell you instead.
So all those days, weeks, months of not talking to you and hearing your voice, do trust me when I say “I miss you” because I mean it. Do believe me when I say I thought about you during those moments and still thinking about you ‘til now. I know I’ve hurt you for laughing and not believing that your feelings for me was true. I am really sorry for mocking you. And do also know that I truly did love you on all those times we’re together.
But I know I’m too late now and I won’t blame you for leaving. If only I was brave enough then; I could’ve stop you from departing.
(Source: jsevilla)
The sun was already setting. We’re hanging at the beach like we usually do. You were talking gibberish again about how you wanted to serenade someone with your guitar, how you want to sail the ocean with her and that she will listen to you even if you’re already talking nonsense. I heard this story about a thousand times. I look at you while you continue on talking. I always wonder how you never look at me back, so I turned my head away. Out of the blue, you suddenly held my hand. Gripping it tight as if afraid to let go. I look at you again. Wondering. You just smiled, pulled me closer and continue on talking.
On that moment I know you wanted me to listen. So I laughed and whispered, “I love you” to the air.
(Source: jsevilla)
The more followers you have, the less private your blog is. Then people starts to criticize you in any way possible. The way you look and talk, and even your perspective in life. They judge you like they personally know you — when they are not even an inch close!
(Source: jsevilla)
How can you actually miss someone if you haven’t seen them yet? How can you even say that the feelings you’ve both shared was indeed love, when all you got are just his words? When your lips never locked and never shared an embrace? How can you say that he is real? That every word he said was real?
And I wonder… how many people, in this world, have fell in love with a faceless lover?
(Source: jsevilla)
