even if everyone has forgotten i won't forget
Itsu no hi ni ka ai no nazo mo tokete
Mune wo kogasu shoutai sae
Tsukamaerareru no ka
(When will that day come, when the puzzle of love dissolves
Is it when you'll be able to seize the true nature of love
Even when it burns your heart?)
- the pillows, fool on the planet
i've been stumbling into blogs of people i knew from the past, and it's strange. yesterday in the LRT, the walk down the street with the waving trees and neverending line of cars and tourists backpacking, i can't shake this infinite feeling. not that i wanted to. but the sky and air was sharp and clear and even if it's just for a while, everything was where it was supposed to be, and there is lightness in my being. i think it doesn't matter what anyone else says or does, i was in love and i think i always will be. and yesterday, that was enough.
the times we had seems like something from another life, and perhaps it is, because as i think about it, i know practically no one from that life anymore. the past is the past is the past, you may tell me, and maybe it's true. because reading the words of all these people i used to know felt strange, because it is strange that i don't know you or them any longer, and it is strange because all of us are completely different people than who we used to be. i think, perhaps, if all of us just met for the first time today, would the ending of our stories be any different? as much as i missed those days i know that it will never be the same again.
even as i write that perhaps it is best that things happened the way they did, just hearing about you fills me up with light, just knowing that you are out there trying to cope with growing up, just like i am, gives me warmth. i guess i wish i could say to you, it is not something you did, or something you should feel responsible for. it is merely how you made me feel. this is merely love, that is all.
Mune wo kogasu shoutai sae
Tsukamaerareru no ka
(When will that day come, when the puzzle of love dissolves
Is it when you'll be able to seize the true nature of love
Even when it burns your heart?)
- the pillows, fool on the planet
i've been stumbling into blogs of people i knew from the past, and it's strange. yesterday in the LRT, the walk down the street with the waving trees and neverending line of cars and tourists backpacking, i can't shake this infinite feeling. not that i wanted to. but the sky and air was sharp and clear and even if it's just for a while, everything was where it was supposed to be, and there is lightness in my being. i think it doesn't matter what anyone else says or does, i was in love and i think i always will be. and yesterday, that was enough.
the times we had seems like something from another life, and perhaps it is, because as i think about it, i know practically no one from that life anymore. the past is the past is the past, you may tell me, and maybe it's true. because reading the words of all these people i used to know felt strange, because it is strange that i don't know you or them any longer, and it is strange because all of us are completely different people than who we used to be. i think, perhaps, if all of us just met for the first time today, would the ending of our stories be any different? as much as i missed those days i know that it will never be the same again.
even as i write that perhaps it is best that things happened the way they did, just hearing about you fills me up with light, just knowing that you are out there trying to cope with growing up, just like i am, gives me warmth. i guess i wish i could say to you, it is not something you did, or something you should feel responsible for. it is merely how you made me feel. this is merely love, that is all.