Journal #103
No one warns the little girl about people with such pretty eyes,
Who smelled like dawn,
Who taste like rain,
Who talk like silver,
Could be the reasons behind tear soaked pillows,
Half finished poems, and so many sad dreams.
Two Years later.
I watched my phone for hours now. Parang gusto kong umiyak ngunit pinigilan ko iyon. I don't want to cry in public.
It's enough that I'm pitying myself. I don't want other people's pity.
Halos apat na oras na akong Nakaupo ako sa loob ng restaurant na iyon..
I'm waiting for her..
I know she would come.. Right? It's okay nung hindi nito naalala yung birthday ko.. But Hindi naman nito siguro nakalimutan ang anniversary namin diba?
I sighed. And tried calling her again.
I will wait for her still. I've been waiting for hours here
