Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Saying Sorry

Saying goodbye, this time, the same old story...

Some expressions, contrary to what you may think, will never be threadbare. It has been told than anything overused or said too often loses meaning. I beg to disagree. Nothing ever loses weight when said with absolute sincerity. On the other hand, don't say it because it's what I wanna hear. But if you really mean it, I wanna hear it. Say what you mean and mean what you say, mister.

If you love me, say it. When I love, my lips will never get weary of those three small lovely words. I've learned my lesson, it's never too late to tell someone I love him unless... he doesn't want to hear it anymore. Likewise, being told I am loved feels like the first time every cotton-pickin' time. You send shivers down my spine and the corners of my mouth to curl up beyond control. How sweet it is to be loved by you. Yeah yeah, actions may speak louder than words... But actions are empty without verbal affirmation. Could it be love? Maybe... I reeeally am not the assuming type, though.

If you're grateful, say it. All I need to know I did learn in Kindergarten. Saying thank you should have been included in that list. An effort well acknowledged is bound to be repeated or succeeded. Girlfriends who get tired of their boyfriends are usually those who are left unappreciated. Gadamet. A simple thanks would have kept me at your side. Thank you for being in my life. I'm over the moon just hearing that.

If you're sorry, say it... Especially if you really do did not mean to. Don't ever get tired of apologizing. Yes, sometimes my ears seem to wanna bleed from hearing your sorry shit but not as bloody annoying as not hearing anything from you at all. I know you're gonna do it again whatever it is, we're human that way. But I'd still wanna know your remorse.

Say what's in your head. Coz really, when it all boils down to it, you don't wanna be on the receiving end when one of us says goodbye.

Baby, we gotta make this count.

Monday, April 16, 2007

The pieces don't fit anymore

What hurts more than losing you is knowing you're not fighting to keep me.

Watch it burn. Let it die.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Forget me not

We are all frightened by the thought of being forgotten and when we realize we are, we are saddened. We think that we are not at all remembered when people begin to ignore us or seem to move on well with their lives without us in it. What we don't know is that no matter how brief nor seldom the moments we spent with a person are, we leave a little mark on him/her everytime and it'll forever remain no matter what. The assurance that we are sometimes missed comforts us with the thought that we have loved/cared for that person not in vain... and it makes carrying on easier and less painful.