You never came.

It's almost v-day. *sigh*.. When you're single, You'll never look forward to valentine's day. So, now im pathetic. Haaay. Do you even know the feeling? It's kinda hard to explain. Not because I am jealous because i don't have "someone" right now (that special person, i mean) but because secret. sa akin na lang yun. Lovebirds everywhere. Expect Heavy traffic. Reservations anywhere. colourful bouquets, chocolates, expensive jewelries, heart shaped things, mushy stuffs, the color red.. Then, they have this Feb thingy: The Closer, the better. :-D Okay, so much with that. My heart is bloody, but unbowed.

I am not bitter. haha. I am.. Incomplete. If you want to put it that way. and now, im being honest. haha. I guess I’m just a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside. Oh, same old crap. I am really happy for those people who have already found the love of his/her life. nyaak! Yehey! *keeeees* *keeees* :-D Im not kidding. I am even Happier because we are able to express our deepest love through our emotions (for some people who still haven't found them yet.. they will come. and let's not forget the family that brought us here) And hey, they love us. Spread some LOVE. LOVE. LOVE. ♥

Do You wanna know the History of Love?

Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering. When they were ten he asked her to marry him. When they were eleven he kissed her for the first time. When they were thirteen they got into a fight and for three weeks they didn't talk. When they were fifteen she showed him the scar on her left breast. Their love was a secret they told no one. He promised her he would never love another girl as long as he lived. What if I die? she asked. Even then, he said. For her sixteenth birthday he gave her an English dictionary and together they learned the words. What's this? he'd ask, tracing his index finger around her ankle, and she'd look it up. And this? he'd ask, kissing her elbow. Elbow! What kind of word is that? and then he'd lick it, making her giggle. What about this? he asked, touching the soft skin behind her ear. I don't know, she said, turning off the flashlight and rolling over, with a sigh, onto her back. When they were seventeen they made love for the first time, on a bed of straw in a shed. Later - when things happened that they could never have imagined - she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?