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As I was resting my head on his shoulder, I felt a sense of security that I have never felt since my Dad died. His gentle strokes on my hair sent a feeling of oneness with him... as if he is an integral part of me, the one who completes me.
The expectations, the disappointments, the successes, each negatively or positively traumatic, inciting our evolution of spirit in every aspect. I now know the true meaning of the word growing pains. Outgrowing situations and people, exceeding my wildest musings with the realities I encounter.
I turned to the stranger to my left. What was he doing on the 2:00 a.m. train headed downtown. Was he headed in for drugs? Some huge party? I was certain he was a shady character.
As day pass me by, I can't help, but wonder how lost I am here. I don't feel at home. I don't feel at ease. Yes, people, I finally admit that being in the west is not what I can call "home". The east sounds so inviting, plus all of my friends are awaiting for my return! Life here differs so much from there. It's like being in another world. A world where time stood still and goes in slow motion. Being there gives me such a rush. A rush that I never felt before, not even back home.
Yes! I’m over you! It took me almost two years to finally say that I am over you. Two years to say that I’m ready to move on, ready to start a life without you. And be able to live life to the fullest, like I’ve always done, before you even came into my life. But am I really ready to fall and be hurt again? Be ready to trust my heart to another?
I finally set myself free from all the hurt and pain you had brought upon me. It took me a long time to finally realize that I could be a much better person without you. You only caused me so much pain and suffering by being with you.
You lead me on to something that wasn’t there.
Bakit? Anong nagawa ko para tratuhin mo ako ng ganun? Akala ko porke’t matanda ka sa akin, eh, mas matured ka kesa sa mga naging kasintahan ko. Pero mali pala ang aking akala.
Never assume or presume.
One day, she had this terrible gut to write something about moving on and taking a second chance at life. The word convalescence had crossed her mind so many times and tried to read the meaning of it in the dictionary. It’s funny how the word comes into place when she thinks about having another chance to be happy.
Convalescence - gradually recovering from illness. That’s what the Webster’s says. She gave it another meaning though, that's why she is writing a story to put another essence into it.
I have become the suggestion of a stranger... the invited intruder.
Where is the phantom entrance to somebody’s somewhere?
I am fading from view.
I am nothing but a flicker.
I am nothing but a speck of dust, floating and shimmering in the air.
I am in the middle of it all just like you.
Ever since I was a little girl, I've kept my silence. My mom will always fight my own battles for me as she knows how I am (mother knows best). I let people walk all over me and in the end, just cry on to my mom's shoulders and just have her fight my battles for me.
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