Disconnected

She was dazzled the first time she saw you irked.
She was a little surprised with the first “with emotion” text, “Napipikit ako sa antok. Haha.”
She found you makulit but she eventually liked it.
She likes it when you make kwento stuff.
She was flattered when you noticed, “Bagay sa’yo nakabraid. Ay.”
She likes you.
Her heart skipped a beat when you suddenly kissed her on the cheek.
She always loved the way you say, "For life?"
She was disappointed when you lied.
She bought the alibis and accepted your apology.
She got kilig when you said, “I hate you.”
She loves you.
She loved how you kissed her while she was in the middle of saying something.
She was disappointed when you forgot the birthday and even more irked when you denied it.
She was pissed when you forgot about the bookmark.
She was occasionally annoyed when you play a loooooot.
She likes it when you update her.
She likes it when you ask her out. And like it even more when you make reklamo she doesn’t do the same.
She’s happy whenever you ask her how her day was.
She got kilig when you asked for a copy of the Korean drama.
She finds it cute when you’re inis and nakasimangot.
She’s weird but you’re crazy.
She loves it when you cook. Kilig. But, hello carcinogens!
She misses you.
She likes it when you hugggg.
She liked how you held her hands.
She finds it cute whenever you ask to run at the intersection or jump on stairs.
She's disappointed whenever you deny.
She likes it when you talk about basketball.
She liked it when you said, “Headroom?” upon seeing her food porn photo.
Although she doesn’t fall for your gulat tricks, she likes how you attempt to scare her.
She’s impatient but she learned how to wait.
She’s been meaning to ask things but your look always interferes.
She always overthinks.
She’s sad because you’ve changed.
She hugged you and took a very deeeeeeeeeeep breath.
Then she let you go.

Siklo

Tipikal na Lunes ng umaga. Naligo, hinintay na matuyo ang buhok, nag-ayos. May lakad, pero hindi pa sigurado kung saan tutungo. Pagkabihis, konting sipat pa sa salamin at ayos na. Lumabas ng bahay at tumingin-tingin sa kalangitan, mukhang uulan kaya dali-daling naglakad patungo sa 'di pa malinaw na ruta. Nang medyo nakalalayo na'y isa-isa nang pumatak ang mga sinulid na gawa sa tubig. Kaya pa, kaunting bilis ng lakad lang. Pero tila hindi kaya ng mabilisan, isang bagsak ng nanggagalaiting ulan ang humarang. Lingon sa kaliwa, lingon sa kanan, sa harap, sa likod at sa kung saan pa pwedeng lumingon, ngunit walang matanaw na masisilungan. May puno! 'Yon, baka pwede roon. Takbo! Subalit kahit ang puno'y nagsabing pasensya na't 'di siya makakatulong. Ang tuyong buhok noong una'y parang bagong ligo muli. Sumisingaw ang pabangong kanina'y isinaboy bago umalis. Unti-unti na ring naglalaho ang lotion na ipinahid sa balat kanina. Tagos sa balat ang lamig, animo'y nakailang buhos muli ng baldeng panligo. Wala ni isang taong dumaraan. Ulan. Ulan. Ulan, buhos pa. Mga paa'y nanginginig na sa lamig, bagong sapatos ay pinasok na rin ng tubig. Hinaplos ang basang mukha, luha ba 'to o ulan? Sabay tingala sa langit...tama na po. Tama na po, babalik na po.

Love

...searching for the one thing to set my sad soul free