HANDS UNBELIEVABLY NUMB

We're inseparable...





That I don't know whether
it's a good thing or a bad thing for me already.
Then maybe I'll get used to it
To the point, scaring myself dare to cut loose
and can't get myself back up again.
That if I let go, I can't find my grip
that I so long invested so much from.
And at the same time, scared —with every sense of it,
of how you make me most happy.

I'm petrified, you know that?
You make my wings so frail for an instant,
invincible the next.

I know I do make you sad or appropriately saying, mad. —well, in some time, I DID.
and i just don't know at this present state.

There were times that I got so confused, really CONFUSED.
Assessing my thoughts about everything: about me, about us, college,
meeting new people and you not looking back nor thinking
about everything and everyone, especially to me.
But that's me, that's what I do; I overthink things. And I wanna say sorry for that,
and all those things I made you mad and upset all these years.
Remembering those times, to add that you are just sooooo frustrating sometimes ('til now), I'm taking the moments, of how much we've been through and how much.... Ya know already. :)


Though the bitter fact is constantly nagging me that I can't make you happy anymore,
Or better saying, not enough anymore,
I'm still thankful of you for STAYING.
And that I'll always know that I have a special place there.
(Uyyy, wai hilakay. :P)



♫♪ And no matter where my rhythm takes me,
by my side is where you'll always be..  so I'm singing my song, Paparapapa.. ♥ ♪♫♪


Be happy, because you deserve it, more than anyone in the world.
May you have all the best things in life.
Happy Birthday!




Xoxo


P.S.,
You're always gonna be my sweetest whatever.
I can't let go from this hold...
I wouldn't.
Missing you. xx  (And stop bitching or over reacting about this whatsoever-letter. :P)