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Wala lang ‘to…

July 28, 2009

There’s distance in between, but still the phantom of your grip still embraces my sense of touch as if it’s real. Two broken souls starting to cover their wounds and rest their fractures; a total separation caused by a deliberate accident, juvenile and reckless. But I feel that everything is forgiven, but not forgotten. History is too lucky beyond comprehension if it claims ownership over a year’s worth of joy and sorrow, comfort and pain.

Of accepting what has already come to a permanent close, there will be an assurance of a new beginning of infinite possibilities. New doors waiting to be opened by us–an expansion of a world. Slowly, this will come and be a present reality. I will hinder you no more. Follow your path of enlightenment, and I will follow mine. Meeting at the ends of our paths is one hope I’m struggling to keep alive, and it would be a great honor for me if fate favors it.

I give you my soul in the form of companionship, as long as circumstance permits it.

I will be by your side,
I.

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