You had me at hello

The feeling you get when butterflies flutter in your stomach is just sensational. If somebody denies that, then s/he must be lying.

If I'm not mistaken, the last time I felt this overwhelming feeling was... many months ago? I don't know, blame my "selective amnesia". I may have forgotten the date but the feeling remained, and I'm liking it. No, loving. And I don't mind feeling it over and over and over again that I could even go on like that forever.

I think I could like you... I already do.
Feelings can grow, but they can go away too.

When I entered college, I thought the possibility of liking someone new is blurry. But here it is, the moment has finally arrived! Just when I was about to live a life of single-blessedness. Joke. It's not that I'm actually looking for someone who's going to fill HIS place in my heart, it's just that I miss the feeling of hoarding all the kilig vibes and having to look around everywhere, searching for him in the crowd. Arrrgggghhh, I haven't told anyone about this yet. Well, except my girl and guy best friend, my block mate, and this blog! I'm trying to keep it down low because I don't want to mess it up!

It's nothing serious, he just caught my attention then blaaaahhhh the awkward me reared its head so I'm shutting up so I won't ruin the spur of the moment. Just, ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! I don't know how to describe what I feel but I'm pretty sure that it's unusual... so unusual that my heart beats unusually as well.

#andifeveryoullbreakupwithhertoday

I'll be there to comfort you. While I'm at it, Ill show you how you are not worthy of the pain you're feeling -- cause I know you don't deserve that. I might as well do my best to be your great confider cause I hate seeing you in such state.

But never would I dumb myself again. You don't deserve that, I said. But when I was just about to give my everything, you chose her instead. Now I guess you don't deserve that love I was to offer you. I hate seeing you sad, do you feel the same way for me? Oh wait, you're actually the reason why I'm melancholic. As deteriorated as can be, I'd rather see you sad so you'll feel the same way I did when you chose to break my heart.

I love you, still. But I have to go and seek a greater perhaps. I'm not worthy of this pain, don't you think?

A disgusting poem I did weeks ago

Why do I even bother thinking of you,

when I know for a fact that the same thing is not what you do?

Why am I wasting so much time and effort,

when I know that yours has already been given to someone else?

Why, is she of much worth?

Or is it because that the love she’s been showing is much intense?

I guess you’re quite numb,

for you haven’t noticed a thing or two,

and I’ve been here for a long time now.

I can even beat her in a `how well do you know` game!

And it’s because I’m so fond of you, even if you don’t have fame.

Yes it’s true, from your full name to your weird manner of sucking your thumb.

You asked me once if it’s true that I like you,

wherein I stared badly as a reply.

Now I wonder,

would everything change if `yes!` was my cry?

What would’ve happened if I told the truth rather than deny?

But I guess it’s too late, I just have to let my tears run dry.

Now all there’s left to do is to say `goodbye`.

To move on.

To be euphoric.

Grow up, he’s pathetic!

And you’re strong, you can’t let him lead you on.

So for you; I loved you, goodbye.