Meeting Halfway
This article is dedicated to my first love...it's when you love someone with your whole heart, and you know that he's the only one that you loved so much. But when it's time to give up everything, it becomes the hardest thing to do.
I still love you. And that feeling didn't change enough for years...it's still there. Waiting to be recalled. But that was the end of it. I am now meeting myself halfway to recovery.
You said that moving on would always change a person, may it be for better or for worse. I just hope that were really getting better now. After all the pains, and all the things that you have said. I could understand that may be sometimes, promises are meant to be broken. But I know that you didn't mean it to happen. But that's the way it is. Things change. People change. But the things that happened from the past cannot repeat itself again at the very same process. At some point, we learn these things as we had come to realize what we had lost.
When all things fail. Just when everything haunts me and keeps loosening up my mind...I'll remember those joyous moments that were together. The time when I feel like floating. I recalled how my heart leaps with so much joy in spite of those sleepless nights. The tingling butterflies inside my stomach. And the way your eyes meet mine. The way you asked me to hold my hands. The way you sing songs to me inside the jeepney, without minding other passengers beside us.
Those were the days when time stood still. We see no one. But both of us. I remember how you kiss my head. It was warm. And gentle. The way you tingle my hands and held me so tight. And I am not to let go of you. I promised that.
Endless days and nights of unlimited calls. We share almost everything in common. You were an interesting person. And you have a lot in mind.
The times when I scold you upon drinking that sweetened iced tea. The times when I screamed to the whole world a million times to tell you how much I love you. The day I gave you that special thing that gives you rhythm. And that very same day that were happy together. The day that I accepted your handkerchief, only to find out two days later that I am to use it for my own tears.
Everything was so nice to remember...
I know it would last forever...
But I stood here in the middle...
This was the time to decide...
If I am to look back...
Or to move forward...
And say that it's all over...
I still love you. And that feeling didn't change enough for years...it's still there. Waiting to be recalled. But that was the end of it. Meeting myself halfway. Moving forward. Healing all wounds through the Lord's glorious love. Soon I'll recover.
You said that moving on would always change a person, may it be for better or for worse. I just hope that were really getting better now. After all the pains, and all the things that you have said. I could understand that may be sometimes, promises are meant to be broken. But I know that you didn't mean it to happen. But that's the way it is. Things change. People change. But the things that happened from the past cannot repeat itself again at the very same process. At some point, we learn these things as we had come to realize what we had lost.
When all things fail. Just when everything haunts me and keeps loosening up my mind...I'll remember those joyous moments that were together. The time when I feel like floating. I recalled how my heart leaps with so much joy in spite of those sleepless nights. The tingling butterflies inside my stomach. And the way your eyes meet mine. The way you asked me to hold my hands. The way you sing songs to me inside the jeepney, without minding other passengers beside us.
Those were the days when time stood still. We see no one. But both of us. I remember how you kiss my head. It was warm. And gentle. The way you tingle my hands and held me so tight. And I am not to let go of you. I promised that.
Endless days and nights of unlimited calls. We share almost everything in common. You were an interesting person. And you have a lot in mind.
The times when I scold you upon drinking that sweetened iced tea. The times when I screamed to the whole world a million times to tell you how much I love you. The day I gave you that special thing that gives you rhythm. And that very same day that were happy together. The day that I accepted your handkerchief, only to find out two days later that I am to use it for my own tears.
Everything was so nice to remember...
I know it would last forever...
But I stood here in the middle...
This was the time to decide...
If I am to look back...
Or to move forward...
And say that it's all over...
I still love you. And that feeling didn't change enough for years...it's still there. Waiting to be recalled. But that was the end of it. Meeting myself halfway. Moving forward. Healing all wounds through the Lord's glorious love. Soon I'll recover.
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