From Our Readers: To the Guy Who Made Me His Rebound
Were you truly happy with me? Were you
satisfied making me your pasttime, while I made you my world? Didn't I
give you all the emotional support you needed when she was nowhere
to be found in your life?
Was everything just a pure lie?
Did I make the best rebound ever?
Will you remember me forever?
Or you'll just forget me now or later?
Did you find yourself falling
in love with me? Or was I
just plain stupid for not realizing that
you and me, we're the perfect tragedy?
Were you happy seeing me
tearing myself apart when you said how much
you still love her, and your feelings
and emotions for her are not yet over?
Tell me, have you felt sadness
the night you told me we can no longer continue
what we thought was right? Did you ever for a minute
think of what I was feeling right after you broke me into bits?
Did you love me even just for a single moment in your life, anyway?
If you did, thank you.
To the guy who made me his rebound,
The night you said goodbye was actually the start
of my fairytale.
You said goodbye and I said hello
to my tears.
I ended my night walking
in the park with city lights
and in a few moments I caught the sparkle
in his eyes.
He asked me why there were tears
streaming down my cheeks
and I said it's because of the monster
hiding in a mask.
He was there right after you broke
my heart. And in that moment
he knew that I was the exquisite part that he's willing to take
away from a movie's tragic part.
And now that I am away from you,
nothing can bring me back to you.
And now that I am happy,
there's nothing in this world
that can make me feel sappy.
I am writing this for you, not because I haven't moved on
from you yet, but because I am perfectly and totally over you.
I am writing this to you to say
that I am more than grateful to have met you and spent
some time with you. I want to thank you
for breaking my heart, tearing me apart,
and making me cry my heart out.
Thank you for saying goodbye.
And with your goodbye, I have found the goodness
in it and I have found the sweetness
of a new hello.
To the guy who made me his rebound, let me
say it again: Thank you.
Thank you for leading me
to my forever, the man of my dreams.
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I've been investing in arts, photography, and writing. I've also got back to reading the other day and I finished reading this amazing book entitled 300 Things I Hope by Iain S. Thomas. It is all about the things the author hopes his readers to do in all aspects of life. So, I decided to make a version of it with all of the things I'm hoping for.
I hope I get to see my friends be successful in life. I hope to make a big mural someday. I hope to be a well-known artist like the artists I look up to. I hope to marry the person I am in love with today. I hope to be a little kinder to myself. I hope to see happiness even in the smallest things. I hope to travel the world. I hope to be a good mother and a wife to my future family. I hope to have my artworks displayed in a gallery or an exhibit. I hope to learn more about creative writing. I hope I won't learn how to get tired and give up my passion. I hope I won't get too hard on myself whenever I don't get the results I've been wanting to see in my works. I hope to love myself more even on the days I hate it the most. I hope to lead and empower women; to be their voice and for them to believe in themselves that they can be the woman they look up to. And when I've reached my limit of these things, I hope I won't get tired of reminding myself that my emotions don't make me weak, hence, makes me stronger. These are some of the things I always hope for. What about you? What are you hoping for?
I started fixing myself this quarantine. I mean, I started trying makeup products. As a teen, I'm on my phone almost every hour of the day, scroll on my social media accounts, especially Instagram, and also Pinterest where you get to see nice and pleasing photography by bunch of amazing and beautiful people from different parts of the world. So I started taking my own as well. I did not know that taking your own photo and try to get an Instagramable one is sooooooooo hard, it's exhausting. I do not have alot of space in my room, and I would definitely not do it outside our house because of Corona Virus, and I don't want to be seen by our neighbors HAHA so I have no choice but to make tiis inside my room.
Out of atleast 25 shots, only 2 are a nice picture. While I'm all sweaty and tired, I am proud of what I could do beyond my comfort zone. And this definitely built my self confidence, (and I secret love the compliments I received from both people I know and don't know) It's not my first time visiting in here, Candy! But I'm new to writing my thoughts and experiences, so bare with me HAHA.
Until next time!
First. Pixie dust and paper cuts – these are the first things Wendy knew about Peter Pan. Aurora first met Prince Philip when she was sixteen. Learning how to ride a bike was also a first while I was growing up, but you are probably the first of too many. The first collection of dust and stars; maybe Luna will try to ask, who was your first? I might answer and tell her that it was you.
The first of too many stars in the sky. You are the first of too many fallen leaves during fall – and you will be the most anticipated snowflake as winter comes. A dark path that you can’t see without any light, hence, you were once the moon and there are the stars that shine so bright at night. Are we too early? Or we just really want to be ahead of time? Even in a glimpse, I would like to see the two of us connect as if we can reach the sky. There are other parts of the heavens you have never saw and other oceans you haven’t laid your feet onto – but the constellations will always wait for you. Close your eyes, love, close your eyes. Start counting backward: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Count backward until you see the twinkling lights that will guide you to the right path. To the right satellite; to the right person. A first.
There are many firsts – first love, first heartbreak, first sport you played, the first thing you do in the morning, the first thing you remember about the person in front of you. There are a lot. It’s actually up to us how we will consider something as a first. So, Primo, you are already a first of too many.