129. i fell in love with your silhouette
i originally intended to post this on facebook. actually, its already up on there but the privacy setting is set to be viewable by myself only. i'm not even sure if i should post this on here, but at least there will be a lot less prying eyes. whatevs. maybe i will write this into a letter and mail it. that is, if i get the right mailing address. but before anything gets sent out, i need to have a prelude.
i remember the moment i first saw you. in the midst of a sea of people, your silhouette stood out. i went out of my way so our paths would cross each other's. it's no accident that we know each other today - I MADE IT HAPPEN.
you probably thought i was full of shit (that's not to say i am not full of shit anymore), but you played along. a few moons rise and fall and communication lines were at its busiest. i always anticipated the moments when i get to see your face, and hear your voice, and feel your warmth.
we plan things.
we do the planned things.
we plan to do more things cause
we enjoyed them.
all of these, then a complete halt.
i knew you were with your perfect girl. i knew how much you revere her beauty and her talent. i knew you were happy. and i knew i wanted you to be happy. why do you think it all stopped?
no phonecalls, emails, and IM's
no "accidental" meetings
no nudges and attempts for hangouts
no plans to do things
it didn't hurt me to see you so elated, so inspired. you had a bounce in your step and that made me happy. i was happy - for you and for me. because i never had to go through the pride-crushing moment of telling you how i felt. i kept my distance. but consider this: i didn't just fade into your memory, it was all intentional - I MADE IT HAPPEN.
but what happened to your perfect girl?
i'm not going to try to speculate what went on, what worked, what didn't work.
and i'm not even going to try to bash her.
cause i'm sure you still think she's perfect.
i'm sure you still revere her beauty and her talent.
but i don't know her.
i know you. and you matter to me.
a couple of season changes, yet nothing changes with us.
i still go out of my way for us to plan to do things.
still desperate to see your face, and hear your voice, and feel your warmth.
i stain my sleeves with useless tears but i am still with pride. I WANT TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.
but i think its not you i fell in love with. it was just your purple and yellow silhouette. prove me wrong. and for once, can you just make this happen?
i remember the moment i first saw you. in the midst of a sea of people, your silhouette stood out. i went out of my way so our paths would cross each other's. it's no accident that we know each other today - I MADE IT HAPPEN.
you probably thought i was full of shit (that's not to say i am not full of shit anymore), but you played along. a few moons rise and fall and communication lines were at its busiest. i always anticipated the moments when i get to see your face, and hear your voice, and feel your warmth.
we plan things.
we do the planned things.
we plan to do more things cause
we enjoyed them.
all of these, then a complete halt.
i knew you were with your perfect girl. i knew how much you revere her beauty and her talent. i knew you were happy. and i knew i wanted you to be happy. why do you think it all stopped?
no phonecalls, emails, and IM's
no "accidental" meetings
no nudges and attempts for hangouts
no plans to do things
it didn't hurt me to see you so elated, so inspired. you had a bounce in your step and that made me happy. i was happy - for you and for me. because i never had to go through the pride-crushing moment of telling you how i felt. i kept my distance. but consider this: i didn't just fade into your memory, it was all intentional - I MADE IT HAPPEN.
but what happened to your perfect girl?
i'm not going to try to speculate what went on, what worked, what didn't work.
and i'm not even going to try to bash her.
cause i'm sure you still think she's perfect.
i'm sure you still revere her beauty and her talent.
but i don't know her.
i know you. and you matter to me.
a couple of season changes, yet nothing changes with us.
i still go out of my way for us to plan to do things.
still desperate to see your face, and hear your voice, and feel your warmth.
i stain my sleeves with useless tears but i am still with pride. I WANT TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.
but i think its not you i fell in love with. it was just your purple and yellow silhouette. prove me wrong. and for once, can you just make this happen?