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THE GARDEN (part 2)

Your reply was a vague smile. No words, just a smile.

Your lack of words did not deter my courage, though.

Between you and I, I was the aggressive and you were the passive.

It was typical of you to reply with just a smile.

I arrived in the garden at the exact moment I told you I would.

For some reason, I prepared myself to wait for eternity.

For another lifetime.

See, I had my doubts too.

I had my what-ifs.

But you were already there. Wearing that smile.

You were there, waiting for me.

I walked tentatively towards you... knees shaking.

Finally, our own place... our own world.

Until I realized you were on the wrong side of the garden.

The treacherous part.

Once again, there was a hurdle between us.

Thick thorny bushed that would cut deep in our flesh.

I didn't search that hard for this garden to let anything stop us when we finally had our own little world.

I was about to brave the obstacle.

Cross the thick thorny bushes... find a way under...

I would do anything just to be on your side of the garden.

THE GARDEN 

(Part I)

"There is a garden between right and wrong, I will meet you there." Rumi

We were victims of our circumstances.

Our love story wasn't tragic, but there was no promise of happy-ever after either.

We were both living in the real world.

A place where every decision has a consequence.

A place where every little thing we do affect our lives and the lives of the people we loved and and cared about.

Why couldn't love ever be simple for us?

Why was it always being tested?

Why couldn't we have the same love story most people do?

Happy, not complicated.

I knew I had to do something if I wanted this relationship to endure the never ending obstacles true love had in store for us.

 I was tired of thinking about what's right and what's wrong.

Finding this garden had become my quest. I searched so long, so hard to find it. But eventually, I did.

The garden... it was beautiful beyond compare.

But it was also mysterious, treacherous even.

Like you. Like me. Like you and me together.

Like our love. 

I told you I found the garden, and I would wait for you there, where for once we would be blissfully happy.

No consequences, no worries, no right and wrong.

Just you, me, our love and the garden.

SOLDIER

Your heart is scarred all over, little girl.

Some are raw, some are old.

Some will heal...

But the resrt are permanent reminders of the batlles you had overcome.

You have to soldier on.

The battle for forever has just begun.

The war still rages on.

You are a warrior.

A soldier of love.

Ou are bruised, bent... vulnerable.

But hold on tight to that sword.

Stand up and hold your ground.

Be strong, take charge.

Do not back down.

For someday, somehow, victory is yours to take.

But until then, you have to keep on fighting.

UNTITLED #1

Someday... Somehow

REGRET

What should have been...
What might have been...
What could have been...
Stop toying with these possibilities, damn it.
Make a move. Swallow that stupid pride.
Put these words into action. Make them happen.
Do it now while you still have the chance.
You will not know the answer 'till you ask the question.
You will not know the result 'till you make the move.
Later might be a little too late.
Tomorrow is never guaranteed.
You wouldn't want to spend the rest of your life with regret keeping you company.
Regret is a bitch and ultimately, a capricious companion.
Regret will consume you alive.

TEARDROPS

I remember the pang of hurt that hit my gut.
I remember fighting back the tears that were threatening to escape my eyes.
I also remember when you look pitifully at me.
After all these times, I have not learned to let you go...
...and your memories.
You turned your back.
One by one, tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched you walk away from me... from my life.

INADEQUATE

I was with you in your lowest.
I loved you when you hated everything about yourself.
I was your pillar.
I was your strength.
I made sure I was everything you needed... and more.
But all I had, all I did was never enough.
I would always be  inadequate.

OPTIMISM

You were broken deep inside but not beyond repair.
In my heart of hearts, I believe I could fix you.

RAIN

"Why do you love rain? Is it because of the rainbow after?"
"Not every rain is followed by a rainbow."
"Because it enables beautiful flowers to bloom?"
"Rain can also unroot a fragile flora in bloom."
"Then why?"
"For the same reason I love dogs, books, coffee, angels and you. I just do."

GOSSIP

Remember, 

My truth is mightier than your lies.

And my pen is sharper than your tongue.

UNDONE

You said you were exhausted.
That fighting your inner-demon had taken all your strength.
You were about to give-up.
I came along.
You said you could beat them if I joined you in your battle.
You seek for my allegiance against your inner-struggle.
Blindfully, I obliged.
I fought them with you.
I fought them for you.
Until I realized I was the only one left fighting.
Because you had given up long before I came.

INNER-CHILD

Someone once told me, "Do not let go of your inner-child. For in that child everything is possible."

It is the best advice someone has evear given me.

The one Ireligiously take heed of.

Once in a while, I invite my inner-child to come out and play.

The possibilities she sees are endless.

She sees wonder, and beauty wherever she looks, whatever she does, whoever she's with.

She feels life and gets excited with every thing.

She gives love, unconditiobnal, pure and with utmost sincerity.

For her, life is an adventure.

For her, love can't be restrained.

She needs to be free to find happiness.

She needs to find peace.

My energetic, naughty and sweet inner-child, I'm glad you never left my side.

You taught me so much.

ACCLIMATED

"You look fine. You seem to have moved on."
"But I haven't. I just got used to living my life without you."

MISTAKE

In that place, at that moment... every single memory came flashing back and I died a thousand times all over again.
I thought I was fine.
I thought I had learned to live around the gaping hole created by your absence.
I thought wrong.

LOVELETTERS

Loveletters... they are obsolete.
They are old-fashion.
But there's something about hand-written, heartfelt words on a piece of paper.
Raw feelings, honest emotions, genuine fondness, unbridled passion.
I don't care if loveletters are outdated.
Love... in its sweetest form can never go out of style.
Classic. Antiquated.
Loveletters, the best thing I can offer.
Loveletters, will sit where your morning paper should be.
Next to your coffee.
Loveletters, everyday, you'll get one from me.

JUDGEMENT

Humans are too quick to judge, I know.

I've been wrongfully deduced and deemed by mere acquaintances, distant relatives, even by some complete strangers.

But don't ever assume you know me.

You may know my name, who I was, who I am... but you don't know me.

I am an iceberg. You can only see my tip.

The portion I choose to reveal.

There's depth inside of me.

A place where even the bravest reluctantly venture.

Though there are courageous few, a mere handful who opted to wander in my abyss.

Only they gained the privilege of judging me.

IMMORTALITY

When a writer falls in love with you...

My friend, you've gained immortality.

You'll be her subject. Her material.

Your flawsb will be accepted.

Your imperfections will be understood.

People will see you through the loving eyes of the one holding the pen.

Suer as hell, she'll make people fall in-love with you too.

DEAR ETHAN

Sometimes, love hold a tight grip in one's heart it shatters into a tiny million pieces. It becomes broken beyond repair. Sometimes heartbreak is too painful even time cannot heal it... That's the story Annie has to share. A broken girl whose heart were torn to shreds, but braving each day, surviving the emptiness life has to bring... because she has to. She shared her letter to her beloved Ethan, hoping we could get something from it. 

(credits to the owner of the photo)