I'm not a baby person. I often just like babies whose parents are my friends or relatives. But generally, I'm never one to gush at babies or whatnot.

There's this one baby I can't get enough of, though, the son of Anton's friends. It doesn't help that his parents post every random moment he has, from laughing to eating to playing to crawling to ( Read more... )

It was a rainy day. Suddenly you called, "Hey baby." I can still hear your malambing voice ( Read more... )

I don't understand why I can't stop crying still. I told myself I'll stop already but it gets the better of me. These tears are unstoppable. They stream out like a river ( Read more... )

9:24pm. March 18, 2016 ( Read more... )

I know you never asked me to open my heart and carve a hole in the shape of you in it. I know you didn't ask for me to breakdown the walls of my damn and let all the water I protect to flow out freely. I know you never asked me to dig and part my land to make way for you ( Read more... )

Your eyes would widen and your nostrils would flare when I'd say or do something you deem "crazy ( Read more... )

Gusto ko sanang sabihing okay na ko, na di na kita naiisip kapag naglalakad o nagmamaneho ako ng mag isa, na wala nang halaga sa kin ang nakaraan, na wala na akong nararamdaman sayo, na di kita namimiss, na di na ako umiiyak dahil sa iyo, na naniniwala na ako na tapos na tayo, na di na masama loob ko dahil nabali lang ang lahat ng mga pangako at ( Read more... )

He wrote me a letter and emailed it to me at around 9pm on December 31, 2014. It caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting to hear from him again. Ever. Even when Ian told me that he had told him that he wanted to talk with me again. I didn't think it would happen sooner than later ( Read more... )

Imagine having the one person you trust the most, the one you've imagined and planned a future with, the one who knows your deepest desires and secrets, the one who makes you laugh, the one who believes in you and pushes you higher. Think of that person. Now imagine that person suddenly deciding to stop talking to you, stop seeing you altogether. ( Read more... )

I will not lie. When I get lost in the school of people I swim with in terrible seas we used to swim together in, my heart stops every time I see a man who resembles you, the way you style your thick straight hair, your loose shirts over cargo shorts and rubber shoes, the color of your skin, the shape of your face.

I still miss you, damn it!