From Our Readers: Polar
Please don't go.
I was too hurt. But in no way am I letting him get out of my grip.
If he only knew the courage I had to earn just for me to say those three words. He was standing right in front of me. I wanted to hug him, but my brain said no. It’s funny how my heart agreed. Saying those words were enough. I can't feel any hurt no more.
He didn't move a bit. He stood still. Against the current of my love, he managed to stand still. Was he this apathetic? Tears started falling on my cheeks. The last time I cried this much was after watching the movie, The Vow, with him, cuddling up after the credits and promising that things would go as we planned. Was I too gullible to believe those promises? It seems like apathy and credulousness aren't fit for each other.
Do you still remember the time you had a cold? Yeah, it was my fault. I went to your house, and it was raining hard. I thought it was sweet. You got mad. You shouted things I know you didn't mean. You were just concerned of what could've happened to me. I apologized but everything got worse. I ran away. I didn't want you to see me cry, but then you followed me with an umbrella on your hand. It was just like in the movies where you're my leading man and I was the damsel in distress. But you were too insensitive and I was too sensitive. Definitely the opposite; and definitely not for each other.
It started to rain. Perfect. How dramatic is it to have a girl painfully begging his soon-to-be ex-boyfriend to not leave her in the middle of the rain? It was rhetoric. Just like him.
He never needed answers. He was a question that wasn't intended to be answered.
He was the mystery that was yet to be solved for he never wanted to be solved. Why the heck did I even try to be the answer? He was the Rubik's cube I dared to solve. I ended messing you up, dislodging ever cube for you to be somehow "perfect." Easy way in, right? But you were rhetoric. And I wanted you to be something you were not. Clearly, not fit for each other.
Please don't go. Please…
I repeated, in case you didn't hear my voice crack. I felt your warmth leaving. My heart turned colder and colder as minutes of silence passed by, your eyes staring into mine, kind of eating me alive. My insides were screaming and begging for you to not go. But you were doing the opposite.
We were in this position for about ten minutes now. Neither of us speaking nor moving. No one was saying anything. But in that moment, we knew everything was over. I did my part, but I think you're just too tired to do yours. And in the spur of the moment, you sneezed so loud that I let out a little laugh…
Don't worry. I still love you even though your sneeze was a bit off.
Don't worry. I'll still miss you even if you'll be gone for real.
Don't worry. I know you'll catch a cold but I won't be storming off to your house this time to make you stay.
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these sheets that exactly remind me of how I gushed in between my pillow and space you filled in the longing of my burned sorrow put smile to my sober face just like how a three year old receive her lollipop
i searched you everywhere and here you are laying down beside me in my imagination the walls that our screens built a boundary and an obvious message that says i can never have you because you wear clerical shirt and obviously you loved someone else before me
oh god, do I really want this forbidden love? that only exist in my imagination? that only exist through my words? would you, meine liebling, notice me and my art one second? because I am dying to say I love you.
A Simple Learner Who's a Great Pretender
Maybe I'm just a learner, not a weirdo. A learner that knows how to listen and pretend. A simple learner who's a great pretender. Pretending to be slightly dumb enough not to be judged and criticized by those who do not appreciate my existence. We surround ourselves with people who's levels are either beyond or below our intellectual behavior, because as for reality, people may use you either for their success or your downfall. Since then, people tend to judge someone who has an intellect with things they shouldn't be. Making them a criticizer, and most of all, calling them weird.
Honestly, I'm one of this "weirdo" who actually loves to learn things, and for the record, I'm bullied and stressed out for making myself not to learn more and go with the flow to dumbness I had. Have you ever feel being assigned to some task where you know every process to make it easier and faster to finish but turns out to hesitate to voice out because some of your mates put themselves in charge. There are times where I know what to do, what to say, or how to react, but kept myself silent and pretend not to know anything that may help us. Maybe it's a good thing to just go with their ideas and learn from their perspectives, but sometimes you can't control it and says something, and once again called to be a weirdo and let you finish the work by yourself.
It's annoying that you only know one process yet they gave you the whole work and let you finish it by yourself because they insist that "MAGALING KA DIBA?". It's not your fault being an intellectual person, knowing such things that may help you to pursue your dreams, and have the basic knowledge about something. You don't need to know everything, just the basics. And as for those people who do not appreciate your existence, let them be and continue what's the best for you. In some cases, you'll be annoyed by this but most of the time you'll be thankful for it. Not for now but maybe later. Just be yourself either a weirdo, a great pretender, or a simple learner, and always remember to lower your voice and behavior because no one loves that.
Just be a great pretender not to hear any runts and be a good learner that appreciates everything. It's out of nowhere thoughts of mine, but simply I leave you this my favorite life quotation; "Don't introduce yourself, Let your success introduce you"
Dear me in six years, I wonder how life will treat you when you’re already 26 years old. Will you be financially stable? Will you be working in an advertising agency while pursuing everything about the arts? Will you be doing freelancing and living in a condo by then? I don’t know since things are very uncertain. I hope by the time you graduate from college and face the real meaning of the world, you’ll know what the real purpose of doing and living in the art will be.
I know it’s been so tough ever since you turned 20 but that’s how life works, I guess. There will be a lot of hopes and trials, breakdowns, and breakthroughs but I have high hopes of you becoming the better version of yourself. You always do, though. You were never a quitter. Making decisions is getting harder and harder as you grow but I hope it doesn’t make you stop doing what you really love to do. You will face different people with different perspectives. You will feel like a stranger once again, it’s like you were back in your freshmen year. It’s going to be tougher than you’ve expected but you can do it. I believe you can.
Most of the time, people's perception of us as a strong person makes us feel that we are not entitled to be vulnerable because they might be disappointed for seeing our weak spots. And so when we are hurting, we are often scared of extreme emotions and so bury our feelings. We deny them, trying to avoid the pain we feel.
But by doing that, we are just allowing it to come back to us and haunt us. And when it comes back, it might be stronger and it will be harder for us to get over it than when we faced them first. I realized it just now that facing those emotions will scare them until they're gone. The saying 'Let it hurt until it hurts no more' goes true. Admitting your pain to yourself doesn't make you weak. It only proves that you are strong enough to acknowledge such extreme emotions without avoiding them. We are humans and it's okay if we hurt sometimes.
Before, sliding over the rainbows
Now, our hearts are bruised
Days once full of love and laughter
Became dawns of forfeited ever after
Smiles that bring ticklish sensations
Turned to cold question and answer
Figuring who would be the next instructor
The queen’s awake
Grappling to the happiness that the sorrow and sadness take
Going back to all the promises he couldn’t make
Poetry #2: YOUR VOICE
When you talk, your voice brightens my days. You provide me comfort in all the little things that you do. Your deep and mellow voice sends a tingling feeling inside me that makes me want to keep you in my life. I love talking to you every time, every day, every night and every minute if I could. You're someone just simply amazing.