If I lose you I’ll go mad.
I had to send that message. I knew I had to. By doing so would be putting into words the very thing that’s been haunting me since college and therefore abating its effect on me. I didn’t think twice about pressing that button. All I knew was I had to send the message.
“Choke me, daddy.”
This is the only thing I remember from the very first writing I’ve read from you on Facebook. That was way before 2016 since I’ve long since deleted my account on that social media platform. I couldn’t even remember from whom of my 500+ friends that time have I read it. I am sure that it was not directly from you since we don’t know each other then...well, until now actually.
“When I was young, I thought it rained when the sky was tired. Let’s stay here together for a moment. That childish thought has not changed.”
“My story ends here. Some said this winter rain was a miracle, and others said it was just a warm winter.”
It’s been more than six months that we’ve been dealing with the sudden loss of you. The pain is still here and it’s as intense as before if not more.
28-June-2021 / 0413H
“But how do we know that all the strangers we see in the course of a day, queueing up at coffee counters or crossing the street, are living?” – Twisted Travels: Rambles in Central Europe by Jessica Zafra -
(blog post at 0233H)
I was reading my very first book for the year because I couldn't fall asleep right away. Blame this on my two cups of coffee last night. haha
(Book —– The Things You Can See Only When You Slow Down: How to Be Calm in a Busy World by Haemin Sunim)
Last night I had one of the most vivid dreams of my existence, and the most detailed dream of mine for the longest time. For some odd reason, when I've transferred here in RT for my job last April 2019 I couldn't remember having dreamed as vivid as last night's dream.
For the longest time I've given you the benefit of the doubt because I wanted to see something beyond all the negative things I hear. I even went as far as defend you on not just a few occasions. I was always true to you. I've never taken something from you which I don't think I deserve. I've always been honest, too honest for my own good if I may say.
5 Centimeters Per Second (another film by Makoto Shinkai) is not your typical love story......but for me a love story nonetheless. Because first, should a love story only be defined by a happy ending? NO, I definitely don't think so. Second, should it only be considered a love story when they both (the main characters) end up together? Again, definitely don't think so.
Because I've been thinking about this lately I'll just post it here and maybe bother others as well? XD
In a world where there are no MORALS, VALUES, RELIGIONS