I believe I'm like the sun. With every sunset, is a sunrise waiting to happen.
Puyat since 1992.
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"From me to you", as sung by The Beatles.//
June 23, 2013 @ Sunday, June 23, 2013

*Letter intended at the start of 2013, written April 11, 2013, sent June 23, 2013.

I am a person who would always write to either a start or an end of something I put importance on.
This, is a letter for both, but without any agenda to oblige someone of something.
This is a letter intended to let myself say what I have to say.
I am that honest.
And I am very honest to my so-called bestfriend, who I dedicate this letter to.

***

Well first of all, I want to say that I miss you. So much. So much that I get those moments where I wish you were there with me cos I know it'll be so much better.
So, I know this isn't unusual to you anymore since I've done this before. And this is, again, for the sake of you knowing and just so I wont regret not saying it. : )
Again, this isn't to make you feel oblige to reply or feel the same way. Whatever happens, I don't want our friendship to end. That, is already enough. Just, stay there. Hahaha


Who would've thought that it's possible to love someone for more than 6 years even when you aren't or haven't been in a relationship? I know, it's insane. But I attest to that.

Don't get me wrong, I'm totally fine with what I feel. I mean of course the 'longing' part is inevitable and it does get a little too far sometimes, but I'm okay with it. It wouldn't go up until now if I didn't get the hang of it. :p I just do.
Yes, I still have love for you, bestfriend.
And it's not cos there's no other guys who were there and all, cos there was. There is. It's just that, they're not like you. They weren't able to make me feel the way you did when I'm with you, even when all we did was make fun of stuff and tease each other.

Everything with you was just enough. No one ever made me feel so comfortable and safe and contented the way you did so effortlessly. And I thank you for that. : )

I'm quite proud of myself, cos I still found myself in the same place where I was years back. Never changed, never left. : )
A lot had happen to me already and a lot has changed, but not this. In a way, you've become my savior. Everytime I get to the point where I'm about to fall for someone who I'm not really sure of with, you just seem to pop out of my mind then I'm back to you again.
And it makes sense. Cos they were never really someone who'd make me as happy as much as you do. Or no one ever exceeded your ability on doing that. :p I know you never even tried to make a move and all cos I don't know, probably cos there's nothing really there for you between us? But I'm already fine having you as my bestfriend/shpain/cliff. Not losing you as a friend is my consolation prize from all this. ; p
Remember when I pm-ed you in FB before cos I was getting all stressed in school? Cos that's all I needed at that time. You always seem to just make me feel alright. A simple chat, tweet or post of song in my wall can already shift me back to my sanity whenever I'm losing it. You've already become my living happy pill. Or anti-depressant, for that matter. Haha

And I'm very thankful for having you around.
I know this is ironic since you're an atheist, but I know and I thank God for giving you to me. It's insane having someone who doesn't believe in Him, as someone who makes my faith stronger. We may not like the same things, or I may not have the passion to everything that floats your boat or whatever, but I will never get tired of listening to you. : ) and I don't know. This may be overrated, but seeing you happy is already enough and it makes me feel the same way.

This is platonic, and they say it isn't really healthy. Of course I know I should get something back, but I know it's not something to force. Right now (and ever since), I'm just okay with this. I mean remembering everything with you, (which is really weird cos I remember everything like it always all just happened last month or something) can already make me feel better. Like what I always tell my friends who knows (by friends, I mean almost everyone. I'm that proud haha), I'm okay. If nothing comes between us, I will, or I'm actually just waiting for someone who'll love me as much or much more than the way I love you. I guess that's the only way I'd be able to move on from you. : p
But hey, I'm okay. We're okay. I've never taken it against you anyway and it's not your fault. Maybe my God's just preparing me, or preserving me from all the wrong ones -through you. Maybe He's just letting me know that I am capable of loving someone this way. : )

  - Itel R.
Behind 2012.//
December 28, 2012 @ Friday, December 28, 2012

Looking back on the year that was, this is probably the most colorful that I've had so far. Everything fell in its right place, whether they were good or bad, and had led me to where I should be. Between all the beautiful struggle and getting lost, I’ve felt alive.
For everything that had happen, for all the gains and pains, made me as whole as I am right now. I am very much thankful for all the challenges, pains, difficulties and loss that I have gone through for they have made me stronger and had tested my faith. I wouldn't have held tighter to Him, and wouldn’t have stood braver if it weren't for all the mishaps that came along that taught me.
 And of course I wouldn’t be much more contented if it weren’t for all the blessings that I’ve received. The best blessing that I’ve got is probably the bunch of people who were there for me all throughout the year and had been my favorite ‘living breathers’. I couldn’t have done most of the things I did without the support and comfort that I got from them.
Just let me drop down a list of names/group of people who contributed a lot on my 2012, especially the new ones.

(P.S. this is randomly placed)
*ESTIMA (Summer Internship)
I, with all honesty, had the best summer simply because of my internship at Estima. It may have been because of the fact that it was my first time to experience working for a company, but it wasn’t even like that. I did stuff, for and with a new family that I have come to love. I experienced what one great man once told us, that “If you love what you do, it’s not called a job, it’s a joy” (hint: CEO of Estima).


Sir/Tatay Pozon: My all-time great motivator since Adman classes, to Estima days, and even until today with his simple posts and comments for me. Despite the pressure he’s giving me, I am very much grateful that with all those, I felt that somehow, he believes in my capabilities and it pushes me to do better every time.

Jervy Valencia: My forever boyfran, girlfran, vavy, vave. I’m not sure, but I think we got close when he kept on scaring and startling me while we were doing stuff for Estima. I don’t know how that became the way for us to be close, but I’m just very glad it did. He instantly became my ‘boyfriend’ for so many reasons and ways. And I’m pretty sure he’s gonna be my ‘forever favorite boyfriend’ even though he's very far.

Mich Nidoy: My 'inside jokes buddy'. There was never really a day at the office that we didn’t have anything to laugh about or make inside jokes to, or make fun of ourselves (Serenitea and Greenbelt moments). She was like a sister to me, and I couldn’t have enjoyed my internship immensely if it weren’t for her. She also did took care of me like my college friends does (invitation distribution).


*COMMSOC OFFICERS a.k.a CHALLY’S ANGELS
The start of the school year wouldn’t be so ecstatically welcomed by me if I had not joined and religiously participated as an officer of CommSoc, cos if not, I wouldn’t have met and became close to the new family that was given to me. Also, I wouldn’t have realized that I can care about something so much that I’d do almost anything and everything to keep it going well. For that manner, I had the organization. I found myself doing things I never did for an org as much as I did now, even when I’ve been sick or too busy with my acads(this is why I don’t believe in the excuse ‘busy’).
My newly found family contributed a lot in my ‘growth’ and I thank each one of them for being the sweetest, craziest, and passionate and determined people who surrounds me.

Rhoze Mendoza and Aya Dizon: My original and first kapatids who never failed on reminding me ‘kaya mo yan, ate!’ and on giving me tight but comforting hugs. They would also give time on sharing stories with me, and with asking how I have been.

Hannah Lumongsod: My lovely assoc who would unexpectedly and randomly ask me how I’ve been doing, or if I was okay, and on giving me a heads up. She’s one of the most supportive ‘kapatid’ I have, and the one who would always tell me that I’m pretty even when I haven’t slept yet. She probably just wants to make me feel better, but I appreciate her effort a lot.

Klara Martinez: My first and ever so sweetest anak in St. Scho. I actually never thought I’d be close to her, but ever since we got to talk and hang out, she just always seem to know how and with what to say to make me feel better every time. She was also, my personal ‘spiritual healer’, who always reminds me to keep my faith in Him. (Philippians 4:13)

Candice Laquian: My forever vivi. Right from the very first time I saw her in the interview for assoc’s, I already felt comfortable with her and there’s just really something about her that I like (not in a lesbo way, okay. Just putting it out there). True enough, I saw how much everything about her makes her a great person, most especially as a friend. She’s been the most consistent friend I’ve ever had and by consistent I meant- in comforting me and by simply being there for me (literally and not).

*THESISMATES a.k.a ZOOX And of course, probably the highlight of this year goes to the death-defying thesis. And I wouldn’t have done anything that I did, if it weren’t for the best thesismates I could ever ask for. Only a few knows how understanding and patient they were with me, and believe me, they really were. If I were them, I don’t even know if I could really learn to understand myself either. But they did. I could not stress enough how grateful I am for being blessed with Mel Juan, Bianca Sevilla, and Patty Mendoza as my thesis mates. They were there for and with me, forgave me, gave me so many chances, and never left me.

*THE BEST BUDDIES of course, who made my 2012 so much bearable.

Via Robrigado: Despite having conflicting schedules and having different minors, we still get to catch up with each other’s lives and we still share our greatest secrets and stories that others do not know. She’s one of my best friends ever since high school and we have this kind of friendship wherein we can both be completely honest.

Tisha Sevilla: Goes the same with Tisha who has always been there for me no matter what. She would always insist on making me talk whenever I get too silent, simply because she knows there’s a lot of things that are bothering me. She’s also my ‘love guru’, in a way, and would always tell me how she wishes for me to have a boyfriend already.

Iona Magsombol: is also one of the best friends I have. She’s always one of the first few who gets to know my secrets because that’s how much I trust her and how comfortable I am with her. She would sometimes be my little daughter, or when needed, as my mother who gives me advice on the little conflicts I get myself into.

Nina Tambal: I also gained back the tight friendship I have with Nina. Not that we ever lost it or something, it’s just that a lot happened this year and we were both preoccupied and forgot about having our intimate talks and all. She’s the friend who always made me feel accepted, and she’s the one who’s always so brutally honest with me, but would make up for it by sticking with me through the bad times.

Jessica Pedro: There was never a time where I didn’t laugh or felt better because of her. She’s just downright and effortlessly hilarious; she can immediately brighten up basically everyone else’s day. But of course she wasn’t all that, and she’s absolutely way more than that. We always get to have our serious talks once in a while and I appreciate how she gives time for me.

Juris dela Cruz: Who, by the way, gave me my new comfort- her cupcakes. We sort of lost time to hang out this year, but whenever we did, we always get this shifting from happy-to-sad then happy-to-sad-happy-again conversations, which I think was pretty healthy, because we do not dwell on the sad stuff for long. And the teasing never gets old.

Ate Kla Talacay: Was one of those who I got really close with this year, and I’m just so glad we already are. I don’t know why and how, but she always seem to pull out the loud kid in me whenever we’re together. Most especially when Nina, Ate Kla and I come together, I always get so happy and… jumpy. And I love her for doing that to me every time.

Pau Raymundo: also became one of those I never thought I’d be close with, but ended up as one anyway. She just seems to know me well after just a small amount of time we get to have. She would always feel or ‘see’ me when I’m down and would always be there for me. I also, finally, met someone who likes the same kind of life as I do; simple but happy.

Izza Batac: became my happy pill. All the teasing and comforting-each-other moments led us to being close, eventually. She consistently made me feel better every time, in the most unusual ways. It was rather weird how it all happened, but I’m thankful for her.

Ena Abad, Annie dela Cruz, Chamie Perillo, and Krista Penafuerte: are my sweetest third year kapatids/anak(Ena). Having them call my name or getting to hug them simply makes my day. Talking to them even just for a while can already make me feel all better after a stressed or busy day.

Aiza Bughao: There’s also my favorite cousin, Aiza, who would always give me food to comfort me whenever I’m being too silent or too emotional. Of course it’s not just because of the food why I love her, it’s her effort on trying to make me feel all better and also her initiative to try and talk me through it without me asking for it. I will always love our heart-to-heart talks over breakfast, even when we seldom get to have them.

Mel Juan: And of course, my ever so dearest college best friend, Mel. I just don’t know what I’d do without her around. We’ve had small fights because of my stubbornness but nevertheless, it never really changed anything between us. Except for the fact that it only made our friendship stronger. She has always been the sister I never had, a ‘boyfriend’ at times, and even as a mother for some circumstances. And like what I always tell her, I wouldn’t mind being questioned of my gender preference when I’m with her, as long as I can be there for her and would help her feel better when she’s not. I would always and gladly substitute as a boyfriend for her, because that’s how much I appreciate and love her.

Angelique Olea: I wouldn’t forget my best friend since birth, Angelique/Ate Mean. We might see and hang out only twice a week, but it never made our closeness any less. She has been there for me, through my ups and downs and she has been constantly reminding me of my worth, and that I can do all things that I am supposed to do, through Him. She simply believes in me as much as I believe in her. We will always be the best of friends who, despite so many differences in attitude, behavior and preferences, will still accept and understand each other.

and how can I forget my family? This year has been a tough one for us, but it is also where I saw how supportive they are with me, and with how much love we have for each other. I held tighter to God just like they do, because we put Him in the center of our family. They taught me that every problem and difficulties will all be bearable and okay soon, as long as you keep your faith in God. They played the biggest part in my whole support system and I wouldn't have done everything I did if they weren't really there for me all throughout.


This has been a one of a kind year, and I'd gladly want to have better years with these people and the rest.
Anyway, carry on. Just wanted to be extra sweet before the year ends.
MANY MORE YEARS WITH YOU ALL, LOVELY PEOPLE! NO APOCALYPSE, YES TO 2013!
AND THEN A THOUGHT CRASHES//
November 29, 2012 @ Thursday, November 29, 2012

All along you insist that you’re ready and that you already can.. but then just when it’s already laid down in front of you, something hits you in the head, making you realize that you can do well without it.

That you’re just not ready yet. That it’s not right.
MGA TANONG NI ITEL: "OKAY"//

"OKAY"
Ang pinaka gamit na salita. Ang pinaka nakakabitin na salita. At ang pinaka sinungaling na salita.

Pero madalas, effective to. O minsan siguro, pinagbibigyan na lang ng iba na tanggapin yung salitang yun kesa humaba pa ang usapan tungkol sa hindi talagang pagiging okay ng isang tao o bagay.

Minsan naman, pinipili na lang ng iba na mag stay sa pagiging “okay” lang. Kasama un “lang”. Yun tipong, meron ikaka “better” pero hihindi na lang, tutal “okay lang” naman na o ewan.

Ano nga ba talaga ang batayan ng ‘okay’?
Kelan ba talaga okay, o hindi?
Okay lang ba maging okay?
The love of John Lennon & Yoko Ono//
October 11, 2012 @ Thursday, October 11, 2012


“As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.”
“It wasn’t that she inspired the songs. She inspired me.”
“Listen, if anything happens to Yoko and me, it was not an accident.”
“It takes time to get rid of all this garbage that I’ve been carrying around that was influencing the way I thought and the way I lived. It had a lot to do with Yoko, showing me that I was still possessed. I left physically when I fell in love with Yoko, but mentally it took the last ten years of struggling. I learned everything from her. … It is a teacher-pupil relationship. That’s what people don’t understand. She’s the teacher and I’m the pupil. I’m the famous one, the one who’s supposed to know everything, but she’s my teacher. She’s taught me everything I f*cking know.”
“They despised her (Yoko)… It seemed I had to be happily married to them or Yoko, and I chose Yoko. George insulted her right to her face and I didn’t hit him, I don’t know why. Ringo was alright but the other two really gave it to us. I’ll never forgive ‘em.”
“She forced me to become avant-garde and take my clothes off, when all I wanted was to become Tom Jones.”
“We are both sensitive people and we were hurt a lot by it. I mean, we couldn’t understand it. When you’re in love, when somebody says something like, ‘How can you be with that woman?’ you say, ‘What do you mean? I am with this goddess of love, the fulfilment of my whole life. Why are you saying this? Why do you want to throw a rock at her or punish me for being in love with her?’ Our love helped us survive it, but some of it was pretty violent. There were a few times when we nearly went under, but we managed to survive it and here we are. [John looks up] Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“We haven’t been apart for more than one hour in two years. Everything we do is together, and that’s what gives us our strength.”
“She’s brought out the real me. And I get nervous and tense like anybody else but I’m more relaxed than I ever was, since I was a child, you know.”
“Anybody who knows our history knows that we went through all hell together - through miscarriages and terrible times.”
“I’d never met a woman I considered as intelligent as me. That sounds bigheaded, but every woman I met was either a dolly-chick, or a sort of screwed-up intellectual chick. And of course, in the field I was in, I didn’t meet many intellectual people anyway. I always had this dream of meeting an artist, an artist girl who would be like me. And I thought it was a myth, but then I met Yoko and that was it.”
“We’ve broken down a few barriers between us, which we had to do because we had two big egos. Two individual artists - and with love we overcame that.”
“When somebody is angry with us, we draw a halo around his or her head, in our minds. Does the person stop being angry then? Well, we don’t know! We know, though, that when we draw a halo around a person, suddenly the person starts to look like an angel to us.”
“Before Yoko and I met, we were half a person. You know there’s an old myth about people being half and the other half being in the sky, or in heaven or on the other side of the universe or a mirror image. But we are two halves, and together we’re a whole.”
“I was too scared to break away from the Beatles, which I’d been looking to do since we stopped touring. And so I was sort of vaguely looking for somewhere to go but didn’t have the nerve to really step out into the boat myself, so I sort of hung around, and when I met Yoko and fell in love, my God, this is different than anything before. This is more than a hit record. It’s more than gold. It’s more than everything… When I met Yoko is when you meet your first woman, and you leave the guys at the bar, and you don’t go play football anymore. Once I found the woman, the boys became of no interest whatsoever, other than they were like old school friends.”
“John and Yoko are like the wind. You can’t see it, but when it passes the trees bend. You know, and that’s what we do.”
“That’s part of our policy, is not to be taken seriously, because I think our opposition, whoever they may be, in all their manifest forms, don’t know how to handle humor. You know, and we are humorous, we are, what are they, Laurel and Hardy. That’s John and Yoko, and we stand a better chance under that guise, because all the serious people, like Martin Luther King, and Kennedy, and Gandhi, got shot.”
“We never made love in a bag. People probably imagined that we were making love. It was just, all of us are in a bag, you know. The point was the outline of the bag, you know, the movement of the bag, how much we see of a person, you know. But, inside, there might be a lot going on. Or maybe nothing’s going on.”
“They want to hold onto something they never had in the first place. Anybody who claims to have some interest in me as an individual artist or even as part of the Beatles has absolutely misunderstood everything I ever said if they can’t see why I’m with Yoko. And if they can’t see that, they don’t see anything. They’re just j*cking off to - it could be anybody. Mick Jagger or somebody else. Let them go j*ck off to Mick Jagger, okay? I don’t need it.”
“Yoko looks upon men as assistants… . Of varying degrees of intimacy, but basically assistants. And this one’s going to take a pee.” (Exits to the restrooms)
“I’ve had the boyhood thing of being Elvis. Now I want to be with my best friend, and my best friend’s my wife. Who could ask for anything more?”
“I’d like to live to a ripe old age, with Yoko only, you know. And I’m not afraid of dying. I don’t know how it’d feel at the moment. But I’m prepared for death because I don’t believe in it. I think it’s just getting out of one car and getting into another.”
“You can’t plan in life – you just have to do the best with what life gives you. John taught me to laugh a lot at life, and I do. It would have been better if he hadn’t died but you can’t sit and cry. These are things life throws at you and you have to learn to overcome them. You have to try to make good from bad.” 
Yoko Ono
NOTES OF NOTES//
September 28, 2012 @ Friday, September 28, 2012


“Nagpapasalamat ako sa katahimikang nais ng iba, ngunit ako lang ang nakakaranas. Nakakapag-isip ako ng malalim, at mas naiintindihan ko sila. Pero hindi rin laging maganda ang katahimikan. Sinasaktan din ako nito, at pinapadama sakin na wala akong halaga.

Ako yung tipo ng babae na nags-stick sa daily routine. Hindi rin dahil sa gusto ko, pero dahil sa kailangan ko.”

She went down the stairs and saw her mother in the kitchen, looking at her. She smiled and went straight outside and plugged in her earphones as she walked her way to school. She was the most attentive in class, as she never took her eyes off of her prof, who she admires the most. She never liked reciting, cos she’s just painfully shy, but her prof understood her. She only looks at her curiously if she was catching up, and she would just nod. At break time, she would sit on the stones at the field as she plugs her earphones in again, and doodle while she eats. When someone stares at her as if waiting for a conversation to start, she would look away because she’d rather not. She only likes watching other people, but not to converse. “Hindi nila ako maiintindihan, pero mas naiintindihan ko sila kahit di ko sila kinakausap”.

On her way home with earphones plugged-in again, she passed by an open store with her classmates inside. She took off her earphones, and listened to the noise. It was all noise. She could see them laughing and she sees how much they enjoy the noise that she could hear, but it was all too annoying for her, so she left immediately. “Gusto ko silang pinapanuod, pero ni ayoko sila tignan pag nagsimula na silang magsaya habang pinakikinggan na nila ang ingay nila.. Gusto kong isipin na iba lang talaga kami. Na iba lang ako sa kanila.. Pero masakit din maging iba. Mahirap tanggapin”.

She stayed at their sofa, just staring at the people passing by their house. Her brother came near her and nodded, signaling that it’s time for dinner, so she went after him. While eating, she would look at her brother, her mother and father one by one, or like they’re in a picture in front of her. She could understand them, but there was still noise. It was not as loud as what her classmates can make, but it was still noise for her. “Naiintindihan ko sila, pero hindi ko nararamdaman. Hindi ko nararamdaman kung gaano sila kasaya sa mga tawa nila. Hindi ko kayang maramdaman.”

She went to her room, and sat down at her bed. She was bothered, and puzzled. She went to get a radio in her drawer and sat again, as she stares at the radio. She opened it and turned the volume up. She started to hear the noise. She closed her eyes as she tried to understand the noise, but only made her tears to start streaming down her face. “Hindi ko maintindihan, kahit pilitin ko pa, kahit gustuhin ko pa. Kahit anong gawin ko, iba parin talaga ako sa kanila. Iba sila. Iba ako.”

“Hindi ko naman talaga ginusto ang katahimikang ako lang ang nakakaranas. Masakit ito para saakin. Gusto ko din naman may marinig, at nang maintindihan ko sila. Gusto ko sila maintindihan, at madama ang sinasabi nila galling sa aking maririnig. Pero hindi ko maintindihan ang nararamdaman nila, dahil hindi ko sila madinig. Mas gusto ko na lang wala talagang marinig kaysa sa may ingay lang akong naririnig na hindi ko naman nadadama at naiintindihan ng lubusan.”

As she went out of the house, she took out her ipod, off , and plugged-in her earphones and walked.

*submitted for AVP class
THE LOVE STORY WITHOUT AN ENDING.//
September 24, 2012 @ Monday, September 24, 2012


The little misunderstanding about a girl was silly and awkward. I didn’t know how to talk to him, but we both know we’re okay. We accidentally looked at each other and I immediately looked away. He started doing the farting sound that he usually makes, cos he knew very well that I wont be able to keep myself from laughing or at least smiling. I looked at him like I was annoyed, but he smiled. We understood, we're really okay already.

After lunch, we had to wear our 'ball-like' dresses for our exam in PE. I wore a guy's polo and slacks cos i didn’t want to wear a dress. He borrowed a long gown from my classmate and tried to fit in it. I was laughing, and when he saw me, he grabbed me by the hand and we walked down the hallway like i was the man and he was the girl.

He would randomly ask if he can come to our 'sari-sari store' to help and just hang out, and of course my mom would always allow him. Everyone in the family knows him. He would fool around with me, as usual, and would always make me laugh.

He'd post videos in my profile unexpectedly, cos he knows I'd like it.

Last day. He hugged me, and I started crying. "kung nasasaktan kita.. sorry.. Pero kasi, ang complicated eh." then i was left with a very confused face.

When I hugged my other friends, and we bumped into each other, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him for another hug. "sorry talaga, pero alam mo naman na ang komplikado lang talaga."
I couldn’t say a word so I just nodded and left him where we understood our silence by that hug. We both know that silence was not something to be explained, though, I wish he would…

At the bus, i was standing when he looked at me and called me.. "uy tabi tayo ah?" said my other friend, and he suddenly looked away. When he passed by my seat i asked him, "bakit mo ko tinatawag?", he smiled and shook his head.
I gave him a letter, and he gave me one too and smiled. Tears ran down my face. He didn't hug me, but pushed me and we started another play-fight. He then did the farting sound with his hands again. I smiled.

We walked around, just like best friends.. "balak ko gumawa ng scrapbook eh.. Tapos andun un pictures Namin simula nung naging kami. Tapos may mga design.." "oh, e di un", then i unconsciously became quiet. We went to mcdo and he grabbed a pen and a tissue paper and drew a light post and a tree beside each other that we saw where we were dropped off by the jeep. He said it was us. He then wrote "our name and the date today, and the words- best friend" and gave it to me. I looked at him as if I was annoyed. But we both laughed at the thought that we were really like what we saw…

It’s crazy how those two words can be both overwhelming and devastating to me. It’s insane how we both know that those two words can be more than that, but we chose not to.

I never forgot the words he said in the letter since I got it, but we never talked about it. I then remembered the day I read it and got stuck in the phrase “I have love for you.” I guess, loving someone doesn’t always mean that you can have them. And maybe sometimes, it’s not just about love. It’s also about knowing what’s right, and accepting what can’t be.

*submitted for AVP class
Never, love.//
September 17, 2012 @ Monday, September 17, 2012



There was never a day that I feel like I’m not loved by you.
You never fail to show that I have you, and that I do not need to worry.

The first thing that brightens up my day is your smile that greets me in the morning, and the last I see that ends my day. I don’t forget to take my medicine, because you never seem to forget to remind me. I never needed to buy newspaper at the sidewalk stalls, because you already negotiated with the newspaper man to deliver them to me. There’s never a day in a year that you don’t tell me about how you feel, like teenagers with those silly love letters. I may tell you it’s all corny, but I’d like you to know and to keep in mind that when you tell me everything, it always makes my day. I always use the melon-scented perfume that you said you love smelling on my skin. I know how much you love the color blue even when you never told me, that’s why I always use it in the house. I can always imagine how you’d react whenever I use them and how satisfying it makes me feel. I braid my hair before going to bed, because I know you get a little annoyed when my hair goes to your face or your side of the bed, and you just don’t say it. The white line mark you’ve left in my hand never gets old-fashioned. It always reminds me of that day when you took my hand for it on that white-filled day. I know that you always sneak in and read my journal, that’s why I usually write when I’m irritated with you so you’d know. I always try not to laugh when you make up for it every time. Of course I’m sure you still peak, and I know you’ve read and felt how thankful I am for having you. You also know how by just having you, made my faith to God stronger..
But then again, of course I have my days. Especially when I hit back to reality of not having you here.. Of the days when remembering doesn’t seem to work for me anymore.
How can something so beautiful be taken away from me without my consent? Why would I even want to let go of someone who has made my life worth living? But, I have no choice. At least, even when you’re far away, you never fail to make me feel like you’re just near, and I appreciate that. Doing things that I know will make you proud of me, and the things that I know you love, are what gets me by in a day.
Every day, I will. I will never get tired, because I know you never got tired of me. You never got tired of showing me how much you love me, even until your last breath & even when you're already gone.

(Rodriguez, 2012)
* submitted for AVP class