Happiness is a Warm Gun

How I Know

I remember the way you hold your hand
In front of my eyes
When something sexy happens
On the movie we’re watching
And how you would say I shouldn’t look
At the naked man
Though I see perfectly well
Between your fingers

I remember the way you look at me
When I do my hair differently
And I catch you by surprise
You find me pretty, you think;
I know - you never look at me like that before
So I am certain this is new
And you like it

I remember the way we fight
Like silly little children
Over the petty things of life
Where to eat, where to go
Which song to play on the stereo
Why I still don’t know how to tune my guitar
And why I wouldn’t write for you
Why I must go home right away
Just when the laughter’s starting

I remember the short walks
How we keep silent, struggling for words
Words that build walls
Because we can’t give anything away
And I remember the short goodbyes
How I would keep myself from looking over my shoulder
Just when you turn around the bend
Then how I would ponder on the time
When I’ll see you again

I remember the way you hold your hand
Over eyes of other men having a hard time
Reading the words written across my shirt
And how you would tell them to look away
Because that’s my chest right there
I remember my laughter, and yours, too
I remember our smiles, more valuable than words
Little assurances, something to hold on to
Until the next time you show me
How much you love me again.

When

sofuckinglost:

I am afraid to let people close
because when they leave
they’ll take pieces of me with them
and I might just fall apart
and they might just show the world
the raw pieces of my heart
that have lived and died and
breathed
for them

Saranggola

Gaya ng saranggolang kailangan pakawalan upang lumipad
Unti-unti kitang bibitawan
Hanggang sa matanaw kitang mabuti sa himpapawid
Sakay-sakay ng hanging siya naring
Humahalik sa aking pisngi

At ikaw ay pagmamasdan ng mga nilalang-
Kaming mga abang sa lupa’y iiwanan
Ng mga alaalang ibibigay mo
Habang ika’y nandoon sa tuktok ng mundo
At iniisip, sana, ang iyong pagbalik

Parati, hahanapin kita, maninigurong ikaw ay masaya
Sa puso ng langit, sa piling ng ulap
Habang ako’y nag-aabang ng iyong pagdating
Tangan-tangan parin ang marupok na taling
Kailanma’y hindi ko hahatakin pabalik

Gaya ng saranggolang minahal ko noong kabataan
Pakakawalan kita matapos kong makipaghintayan
Habang tinutupad natin ang sariling mga gusto
Halika’t lumipad muna tayo palayo
At tandaan mo lamang na para saiyo: babalik ako.

Babalik ako. 

Why Being a Girlfriend is Not YET on my Resume

Dear You,

I am a college senior who expects to graduate next year, and while my resume is pretty much complete already, I want to explain why being your girlfriend is not yet listed under my skills.

You have to understand that to me, you are perfect. No amount of sleepless-nights-induced eyebags or caffeine-deprived-grumpiness could persuade me to think otherwise. In my mind, you will always be flawless - and that is why I want to be just as pristine in yours. I want you to look at me and know that you’ve gotten the best.

You also have to know that I suck at cooking. If you turn out to love food, then I want to be able to whip you up dish after dish of sumptuous meals. My mother is a great cook and my father loves her more each day because of it. So when it’s our turn, I want you to eat what I cook and like it.

In the spirit of this letter, I want to confess that you are my reason for most of the life-changing things I have done thus far. To specify everything would be tedious, so I will just recount the most important ones.

First, I signed a covenant years ago that I would be pure until our day comes. If I have failed in this one way or the other, I apologize. What matters is now, I am retaking this vow: I promise that I shall remain pure - physically, emotionally, spiritually - until the day I say “I do”; because by then I would have taken a new oath, and your life and mine would have become one.

Finally, you are the reason I am calorie-counting and trying my best to slim down. I am not the skinniest girl, you see. But I am striving to be fit - because when I finally meet you, I want to be in my best shape. When people ask me why I’ve suddenly decided to do this, I think of you and say: I’m motivated by love. I am. I am in love with you.

So forgive this delay. Being your girlfriend is a job description I don’t think I can do properly at my current state - and I pray you don’t hire just any job hunter who thinks she’s the best cookie in the box.

I assure you she is not - I am. And until the day you finally meet me, I pray you’d stay in love with the thought of this girl - this girl who’s not yet ready to be your girlfriend.

With much love and anticipation,
Me