dear boy,
how many pages of diaries have i filled up writing my thoughts? how many blogs have i type in years? countless, really. strange how many of my wellversed entries here consisted of you. yet, many times before, when i am infront of you, i can never mention a single sentence about what i feel.
so when you texted me on the cell that day and asked what was bothering me, i layed all my unsaid frsutrations and hidden feelings on that elongated SMS. and i waited for your answer.
then you finally responded, you said you loved me and you loved being around me and that you never intended to hurt me...in anyway. my jaw dropped again. i could have texted you more but i ended that text with silence. i never talked to you about it again.
when rossini's brother passed away and i asked you a favor if you can drive me to the viewing, you never hesitated. you NEVER turned me down. and all these years we have been friends, that's one thing that i LOVED most about you. having you there and pretending that none of the texts we previously exchanged existed was a mixed of emotions.
but being with you there has always been priceless. your grinning smile, your addictive laughters, your "food craves," the way you pretend to speak fluent tagalag to my friend eventhough we hardly speak it infront of people together, EH....every single minute spent with you is worth well spent. you are heaven to my hell days.
where do we go from here? i don't even know. but i prayed for that text that at leaset you'd answer it and tell me what you feel because i could nto wasit any longer. and i prayed to be with you that difficult day. and i continue to pray. so far, He has answered most of what i have asked for.
i live each day as if there is no tomorrow: filled with dreams, laughters and love. half of the love i recieved in my everydays comes from you. and i think i would be selfish if i ask for more. i should be grateful.
so, AB, thank you for loving me. you've been wonderful. can't wait to be with you again.
len
gratzi
Friday, June 02, 2006
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