Something Mushy Part 2

Okay, here’s the continuation of the love note. 😆

 

 FEELING BLUE

There are times in our lives when we are swept over by raging emotions, times when we are overwhelmed by sadness, overcome by misery, times when we feel that we are loved only for the worth others could get from us and not for who really are. It is natural to feel this way.

Sometimes we all need to be alone, to feel blue, to feel lonely, to listen to a song and cry. Then we ask ourselves, why does the song have to end? Why do we have to cry when love is taken away from us? Why does it have to hurt when we let go of someone we love?

In a relationship we treasure, the hardest thing is to do is saying goodbye and setting someone free. For every last embrace, a part of us dies. Every tear drop that falls washes away our hope. Then, we are left with nothing but pain and bitter memories because we have lost love but never knew how and will probably never know why.

We try to get away, but every move we make somehow has its way of reminding us of our past all over again. Every turn of our head and every blink of an eye remind us of love, lost in eternity, and it makes us wonder how one person can make us feel so empty, so alone, and so desolate.

Every song, no matter how beautiful it is, will have to end on it’s last note. Like every day has its night. All that has started will have to end on its own time. It is in inevitability that we cannot restrain something that we cannot control, and just a fact that we have to accept and live up with.

Let us remember that our lives does not have to end where our heartaches begin. Somewhere, someone will come along and sing us his song of love. Someday, someone will fill our lives with joy and happiness. Somehow, we will find love again, and it will wipe away out tears and bring us the promise of a new life, a new hope and a beautiful beginning.

Something Mushy Part 1

I was rummaging through my things in high school. Then, I found this piece of paper where I wrote something on it. As far as I can remember, what I wrote in there was copied from a cassette tape we had. I think this was read by Joe D. Mango. And I have no idea where it was now. So, I’m thinking of sharing this since I haven’t thought of anything to write yet. But I have to warn you, this piece is so mushy it would make you throw your innards out. 😀

 

THE TRAGEDY OF LOVE

They say that only time can heal the wounds of a broken heart. That time makes it easier to accept the loss of the people we love. It is a chain that all of us go through – falling in love, getting hurt and vowing not to love again, promising not to love again, and becoming miserable all our lives. It isn’t easy getting up on our feet after a crippling fall, but there is just no other way but to stand up and move on.

Nobody wants to become unhappy all his life. All of us know how love can bring magic into our lives. Have you ever realized how good it felt, waking up in the morning, knowing that somewhere out there, there’s a person who’s also thinking of you and feels exactly the way you do? Doesn’t it feel good looking forward to being with that warm sparkling glow in each of us?

Love brings us on the top of the world that we can conquer just about any obstacle that may come along our way. It is a great feeling love is. There’s probably nothing else in this world that can compare to this. There may be many of us who feel that love has passed us by, and finding someone we can share our lives with seems to be such a remote possibility. We watch stranger go by as time swiftly drifts away from us.

We may be in control of our lives but we feel somewhat helpless in out relationships. There is nothing permanent in this world, and not even those we cherish will be with us forever. There is no guarantee that comes with loving. It is always a risk getting involved with someone. But it is a risk that we have to take if we want to find real happiness; for there is no gain without pain. There is no permanence without commitment, and there is no lasting love without constant sacrifice.

The tragedy of love is in getting hurt. The tragedy of getting hurt is not wanting to love again, and the tragedy of not wanting love again is in being alone all of our lives. If it is what we want to be, then we could just stay in our shell and be miserably forgotten. But if it is love we choose, then there’s a promise of a new life, the joy in being able to share that life with someone, and the hope of finding something beautiful and keeping it forever.

Playing.

Doubts resurface.
Lies continue to unfold.
Haunting. So compelling.
At each strike, one in bended knees.

Denial. Clear-cut.
Irresistibly beautiful.
Fooling around. One-night stands.
Beneath sheets, not a regret.

Then, I fell.
Lost my sanity.
Overwhelmed by cardiac palpitations.
I gave in, not a question was told.

No one knew.
Until the day I was wounded.
Not using my head, I bled.
Drowning in my own tears, dried up.

The trust. The love.
Everything was but a lie.
I fell on bended knees.
Wishing. I could have used my mind.

This game.
I am destined to lose.
This game.
I am destined to be bruised.

And this game.
I am destined to be six feet under.

Love 101, it is.

Love lessons:

1. ‘Sorry’ was never synonymous to ‘I won’t do it again.’ Indeed. No matter how many times we say ‘sorry,’ we can’t avoid the instances of doing the same mistake all over again – whether intentionally or unintentionally. So, never expect your partners to poke their eyeballs whenever a chic girl or a hunk guy passes by.

2. When s/he falls out, it doesn’t mean you’re giving less. It’s because s/he is asking too much. Think positively. I mean, why would you blame yourself for the breakup? Who wants to end up having puffy eyes, after all the crying and all? Do you really think a relationship would work out if you’re not reaching a compromise? Nah. Come on. Be optimistic. When it’s broken, it’s broken. Don’t try fixing it. You would only end up hurting yourself. Such a cliche.  

3. Crying before breaking up is good. You are trying to save the relationship. But crying after the breakup is different. It’s stupidity. Here we go again. Don’t cry over spilled milk. S/he ditched you, move on. Get a life. After all, you did everything you could to save the relationship – or did you?

4. There are no wasted tears.There are only inconsiderate partners. Okay, I’m talking about saving the relationship here. Some partners don’t really care. Period. No matter how many barrels of tears you cry, they just won’t care. But let me remind you, crying isn’t really the best solution. A good serious talk would still win. Unless, you’re guilty of course. You should end up being a drama queen or king and all sort. Hehe.

5. Bitterness is often the painful consequence of holding on. You see, if your partners don’t like having you around, then let go. I mean, seriously? Do you really wanna see your ex french kissing his/her new girlfriend/boyfriend? You sure don’t wanna be a wagging tail, following your partner because you still want him/her back. Am I clear with my point here?

6. Third parties are not the main issues. It’s always the two of you. Go figure it out. I don’t wanna explain.

7. Forgiveness is different from second chances. Yes, I still believe that you can still end up being friends. You sure can forgive your partner, but second chance? Think about it. So, you believe in “love is sweeter the second time around?” It all boils down to being able to do the same mistake all over again. If s/he did that to you, then there’s not a reason why s/he won’t do it again. Unless, of course you’d already killed him/her. hehe.

Okay, yes. You’re right. I’m back. I was actually thinking of writing something else but I ended up with these. There have been a lot of things people discuss about love lessons. But I still believe that love is a matter of thinking, and not mainly of the heart. I’m not quite sure if it’s Grey’s Anatomy or Dr. House, but they point out that a man, whose heart is being replaced, can still love the same person before and after the operation. So, see? It’s just a matter of mind.  Just use your head. I mean, really. Seriously.

Not even Death…

He held her hand tightly like there’s no letting go. They stared at each other’s eye. Muted, they never said a word; not a syllable. Not a blink. The night grew cold and so was her hand. That was the same night when they filled it with warmth – of kiss, of hugs, and of love.

I would never leave you no matter what. His voice trembled like thunders in the pouring rain. Together, we’ll have a family. We’ll see our kids running around that oak tree. We’ll watch them as they gaze upon the beautiful starry sky. His tears ran down his cheeks, and died in his lips.

She never said a word. Her eyes were as beautiful as the stars. They were gleaming and dazzling.

She had always dreamed of having a family of her own. A man who will see her in her depths. A man who will love her in pieces. A man who will make her whole. And, she knew she found that man. That man. He stood right next to her.

Promise me, you’ll never let go. The night was filled with love. I know, my hands, they’re meant to hold only yours. My lips, they’re, meant to kiss only your lips. And my heart, it swears to love no one but you. You will always have my heart.

I won’t. I will always be with you, wherever you are. I will always hold your hand like I always do. I love you even before you knew it. That will never change. Not even death could change it. So shed not a tear. We still have a lifetime after this, where it will be eternal. Her eyes smiled.

She’s gone. She’s gone, holding the hand of the man who stood up with her. She’s gone, but her love never will.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone.