Of Love and Heartbreaks | Vol. 1

“Do you love me?” She asks. After the long, deafening silence that came after they hurled hurtful words at each other.

“I do. You know I do,” he says.

She takes her eyes off him, stares at nothing in particular, carefully thinking what to say next. Finding the strength to ask a question she has had ever since she jumped into this affair full speed ahead. The sound of her heartbeat seems to get louder by the second as none of them dared to utter another word. Until finally she says…

“What about…” she started but her voice breaks. With eyes closed, she says it anyway. “Do you still love her?”

The clock ticked 1… 2… 3…

Nothing

She held herself, braced for impact while fervently hoping the impact wouldn’t happen at all.

The clock ticked 4… 5… 6…

Nothing

Hoping he’d say the two-letter word that would make all of this infinitely better.

The clock ticked 7… 8… 9…

Nothing

Longing for time to stop and snap back to ten minutes before they started yelling.

The clock ticked 10… 11… 12…

Nothing

Wishing she hadn’t asked it instead…

The clock ticked 13… 14… 15…

Finally, he says in a weak, unsure voice.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever stop loving her.”

My Robin

There’s a place in my heart that will always be yours

A place in my mind that will always remember you

A part of my soul that will always long for you

***

There’s always a me that will always look for your smile in the sea of smiles that I see

A me that will always hope to find you again

A me who will always want a second chance

***

Maybe I’ll never totally move on

One day, I will love someone else

Perhaps more than I loved you

But I’ll never want someone else as much as I want it to be you

Wrong Reasons

It started for all the wrong reasons

He was lonely

She was helpless

***

He was tired and broken

She was young and vibrant

Like broken pieces they fit each other perfectly

And made one another whole

***

It was songs and sunsets

Cool breeze and warm drinks

Until the wrong reasons

Caught up to them

***

Then there were tears

And crazy drunken nights

To make that which was broken

Whole again

***

Goodbyes had to be said

This time, in different places,

He’s lonely once again

She’s helpless

Now, broken, too.

 

You and I

18892877_10154404682326433_898726037454133858_n

One day, we’ll sit together, beer in our hands and smiles on our faces. We’ll talk about how we used to be. You’d tell me about all the adventures you’ve had, the loves you’ve loved, and the life you’ve had.

I’d tell you about all the stories I haven’t told you, the crazy things I never thought I’d do, the beautiful views I’ve seen, and all the loves I’ve loved. I’d ask you more questions than I ever had the chance before. I’d get to know you again. Heck, I’d get to know more.

I always wonder about how it will be when we see each other. Will it be the same us with just a different you and I? Will it be like not a decade passed between us? Will having you beside me be familiar?

Or will we be strangers? Mere faces in both our distant memories. We’ll share the same stories but the people in our stories are different from the ones beside us. Will we share the same awkward hello as the first time we met? Or will we hug each other as tight as we did when we said goodbye?

All these things I have yet to know. And I will continue to wonder until we meet again.