a play..

it was 2005 when I receive a letter from a person who become a part of my past. si minsang minahal as i quoted him. cheesy as it seems but it is sweet..it is wonderful still. and this letter was actually published in art section in my college's magazine since he is the editor-in-chief. No one knows the article is for me.

though we're not in contact anymore what we had i consider the sweetest..

here it goes..

there is so many things id like to say... questions i want to ask but no matter how much i think and ask questions it cant suffice my thirst for your love... i know our situation is on a rough road... but id like to challenge this. dodge every bullet; block every charging sitiuation that would threathen our relationship, but hehe there is a but as much as possible i dont want to give you any burden that would make you feel un ease, id like to carry you to neverland where we could share so many things where time would stop and we are not to old. Play in the rain, run on the cliffs and sleep in the shade of a tree. to laugh at each others foolishness until we cry out of laughter then look at each others eyes and appreciate our smile. to hold your hand during sunset, embrace you in the coldness of the dark and whisper in your ear when you need confidence and security.

Troubles come and go but id like to solve it with you by my side. "for there is a greater thing than the power of the mind, the courage of the heart" i could chant every love song re-phrase every sonnet and recite every poem do everything by the book, but its worthless i dont want to say constructed words like chess pieces trying to outplay my opponent. i believe what has happened is spontaneous i've never though that ... that we could be like this, how funny the twist of life... we are so busy foreseeing the future that we are blinded, ignoring what we have and what is around.

This i got to say. every moment we shared is always as good as the first it happened, sweet and wonderful. it leaves a warm feeling and makes me smile after a tiring day i even sometimes hate the time, why does it have to pass why can't it just stop once in a while it would do us both a favor, me to be with you and Him to relax because he's always working 24/7.

so what do you believe me? dont i look stupid writing a letter on a plain coupon bond with no margin at all and a font size of 12? how generic dont you think how eccentric??? but what i have saId is alL true nO matter what others perceiVE. all i care is YOU.