i am an introvert who used to write in a paper and threw it on my trashcan. i write it, dont bother to tell anyone what i think and what songs or stories i write.
"Harvs, aalis na 'ko, mag-iingat ka lagi ha? Ingatan mo rin sarili mo. ", huling salita ko bago umalis para pumunta na sa New Zealand, alam kong naririnig mo ako pero walang dapat sisihin sa ating dalawa. Ako, ikaw, wala sa ting dalawa.
Dahil pinili natin ito, at pinili kong lumayo.
The day you taught me how to breathe, the day you spent your holidays with me, the time you share your beloved songs to me,
starts my nightmare. How could you be a stranger to me and as I am to you, when we knew each other so much?