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If someday I leave, please never assume of the reasons why. If someday I finally let go, please just smile for me and say, “You did great.” If someday I wander endlessly, please just leave me in peace. If someday I vanish, please keep our secrets between the two of us. If someday I pull the string and people ask, please just tell them I am happy. And if someday we’ll see each other again, please tell me everything ‘cause I would like to know how you’ve been.

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Open, my heart is an open door. People come, people go, people gone. Close, I will close this door behind, one last glance, it's time to say goodbye. —Lei (at Tagaytay City)

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They name the most powerful storms after women for a reason. --r.h Sin Np: Part II by Paramore ❤

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I could get a decent nap if only not for the girl I heard sobbing somewhere behind the storage room's door. I ditched classes because why not? The students were idiots and the teachers were just so annoying. The rooftop was the first place that came into my mind, so I ran upstairs knowing that no one would have noticed me being gone as of the moment.

"Hey. Is anybody here?" Stupid. Of course, there's someone here.

I walked towards the dusty room and I slowly pushed the metal door. There, curled like a ball, was a girl.

"Go away!" I didn't understand but she's fuming.

"Okay." So I did as I'd been told.

I sat with my face burried on my knees. I shouldn't have bothered asking her. She's probably one of the obnoxious drama queens in this freaking school anyway.

I was almost drifted to a sleep when I heard foot steps towards me.

"Sorry." Okaaay. Here's the drama.

I nodded not bothering to look at her.

"Okay."

I waited her to leave me in peace but I heard no movements. I looked up at her and she was staring at me like a creep.

"What?"

"I.. Well, can we talk? I mean, can I talk to you?"

"What for?" I asked not hiding my annoyance.

She sat right in front of me. The nerve!

"I just really don't know what to do--"

"Okay, Miss. If you are here to seek for a piece of advice, I think you might be asking the wrong person. First, I don't give a damn. Second, I am very, very sleepy, as you can see. Third, I have no kind words to spill. Fourth, if you have no friends, I am not willing to be one. Fifth, I am not interested on having another fling." I casually interupted her.

I could see that she was in a deeper shade of red, maybe out of anger and embarrassment. But I could care less.

"You know what, you are such an asshole." She stand up angrily and I swear if looks could kill, I'd be in hell right now.

"I never denied that, babe." I replied back, being the asshole she thought I am.

She stomped towards the stairs only to walked in my direction again.

"I stayed up all night crying the hell out of me. I got no one to talked to! I've had enough! All I wanted is to have someone who will care for me, someone who will say that I am enough, someone who will love me and understand me. I only wanted to be heard." By the time she stopped speaking, she's a crying mess.

I just stared at her, not that I was shocked of her outburst but I just got nothing to say to her.

I thought she would walk away after her speech but she spoke again.

"And for the record, I don't want to be friends with you, too. I got tons of them, not rude and asshole like you. And I certainly don't want to hook up with you! My boyfriend is way too gorgeous just to be dumped for someone like you." She yelled on my face, pointing her finger on me.

I couldn't stand the situation anymore, so I stand up and walked towards the stairs; passing through her.

The moment I reached the stairs I looked at her, who was already glaring at me.

"You just yelled all the possible reasons to be glad and happy about being you, then why are you here pointing fingers on a random stranger, who just wanted to get a good sleep? Then, I guess, there's something wrong with you."

I left her standing there, making it sure that I walked smoothly worth the ending of her self-made drama.

B*llsh*t. I missed a good nap.

©Lei Margarata, “The Lucky Ones”

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It was the month of May, when he woke up earlier than the usual. She was peppering him with kisses all over his face, so he smiled sweetly. He opened his right eye which was still burning from staying up late last night. She was there, sitting on her knees, only wearing his baby blue sweatshirt and a pair of boxer shorts, which looked very big for her size.

The morning sun's rays passing through the window were hitting her skin, making her looked ethereally beautiful. She giggled, probably because he looked so stupid with his messy hair and puffy eyes.

Her face looked like straight out of a magazine with her long curly hair framing her face. It felt like seeing her the first time for him.

His heart fluttered because of the sight.

"Good morning, beautiful." He greeted her sweetly.

"Good morning, gorgeous." She smiled beautifully, leaning down to kiss him on the lips-- didn't mind of each other's morning breathe.

Nothing could ever bring bliss to his heart than waking up every morning with her kisses.

He was deeply and truly in love with her right from the very start, and the feelings were mutual.

They were perfect for each other that people called them "match made from heaven."

It was a typical college love story. He was a troublemaker and she was a cheeky and brave girl. They bumped into each other and everything fell right to its place.

He was very thankful that he met her. She brought hope to his life and encouraged him to be a better person. She was always there for him, helping him to get through everything. They genuinely cared for each other and they were each other's happiness and strength.

The word happiness seemed not enough to describe what they had, but that was then.

He got off his bed and just sit there for a while. He stared straight somewhere realizing that he was drifted back to his memories of her once again.

Two months ago, reality hit him hard when his sister came to his flat. She was crying but he ignored it.

"Hey, sis. Come on here. We were just having our dinner." He invited her happily.

"Mark, stop. Stop this already, please." Her sister pleaded with trembling lips.

"Stop what?" He laughed a little. "Just say hi to Sarah and join us for the dinner."

"Mark, she's gone! Sarah's long gone!"

She was crying and whimpering, eyeing him as she walked towards her brother.

"I'm sorry, Mark. She's dead... You knew s-she's already gone."

His smile faded. He knew he was indenial of the fact that he lost her the day they decided to go on a vacation. The car accident took the life of his beloved Sarah.

His mind went into a state of dissociation. He avoided everyone since the day he saw her lifeless body. He didn't go to her funeral. He made himself believe that she's still around.

He started seeing her, talking to her, and hanging out with her as if she's really there.

Deep down inside, he was fully aware that it was his brain that made him an escape from sadness and misery.

He wasn't ready for this.

He reached for the bottle of sleeping pills on the side of his bed. The universe had taken so much from him-- his everything. All he ever wanted is to take his life, to finally end it here.

"There was nothing for me here."

As he opened his eyes, he saw her smiling at him. She was like a ball of sunlight and it was warm.

For the first time in a long time, he saw light.

©Lei Margarata, “When Heaven Got Us Parted”

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poor fish lol

#who the hell left him on his own

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Not all flowers have torns on them, some just have poison running in their veins; they are the merciless ones.

--Lei Margarata

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Only to have a pair of wings that was never made to fly, is to remind her of the curse that not every angel could travel the world-- some just burn and fall.

--Lei

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© SUGA LOVER | Do not edit.

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“‘Been through the wringer a couple times, I came out callous and cruel.”

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The monster sang anger and sadness, consumed by the melody, I started listening, never could escape, 'got chained by the rhythm. --Lei

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY POGI! 😁😍 KAMUSTASA? HAHAHA! O ANO? INOM TAYO? TARA NA! 😆 MISS NA KITA. MISS KA NAMIN. I LOVE YOU DADIYOW! 😘 AGAIN, H'WAG NA MAG-ALALA. OKAY NA. Behave ka lang diyan ha. Hahaha! Magpractice ka na ng Cha-cha, sasayaw tayo ulit 😊 Baka naman nirarayuma ka na dyan 😂 mahal ka namin, Captain Borg! 😁👨❤

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Sa Mahal Kong Kaibigan...

"Kamusta?" Pasensya na kung sa dinami rami ng mga salita sa mundo, 'yan lang ang nasabi ko. Nais ko lang naman talagang balikan ang nakaraan, pero hindi ko alam kung paano ba ito uumpisahan. Kaya dito ko sisimulan-- ang usisain ang 'yong kalagayan. Nawa'y maayos na ang iyong pakiramdam, dahil may mga ilang bagay lang akong nais kong malaman mo. Sa tagal nang panahong magkalayo na tayo, naisip kong naging madamot ako sa lahat ng antas. Paumanhin kaibigan kung labis kitang nasaktan. Patawad dahil iniisip mong umalis ako ng walang paalam. At muli ay patawad kung hihingi akong muli, ng oras mo kahit kaunti. Hindi kita iniwan dahil wala na ang pagmamahal. Minahal kita ng totoo kung nais mo pa ring malaman ito. Hindi kita iniwan dahil sa pagiging makulit at tuliro mo, dahil tinanggap kita ng buo noon pa man. Hindi kita iniwan dahil ayaw ko na sa iyo, dahil alam mong sa lahat ng tao sa mundo, ikaw ang paborito ko. Hindi ako umalis dahil wala nang halaga ang pagkakaibigan nating dalawa, dahil dinala kita sa aking alaala. At alam kong sa aking pag-alis ay lumuha ka, marami ang nagtaka, marami ang nagalit, marami ang sumaya, marami ang tumawa, marami nakaalam, at mas marami silang nakialam. Alam ko iyon dahil nakikita ko sila, naririnig ko sila mula dito sa sulok. May ilang nagsabing hangal daw ako at mahina, at may ilang nagsabing puro lamang daw dahilan. Tinawag din nila akong duwag. Ngunit hindi ako nagdamdam kahit ilang ulit ko pa itong marinig, dahil siguro nga, ito ang ibig sabihin ng pagiging mahina. Ngunit gaano man karami ang narinig kong tinig ng pangungutya, tinig mo lamang ang naging malinaw sa lahat. Kapag ikaw ay nagbabalik-tanaw sa kahapon nating dalawa, ang sigla ng iyong pagtawa kapag inaalala mo ang mga oras na kasama kita, kapag sinasabi mo sa kanilang napakalakas kong kumain at tumawa, kapag sinasabi mong sa babaw ng kaligayahan ko ay siya namang lalim ng kalungkutan ko, kapag sinasabi mong mabilis uminit ang ulo ko, kapag sinasabi mong mahilig ako sa bituin at kalangitan, kapag binabanggit mo ang mga salitang "naaalala ko pa nga..." kapag tumatawa ka sa mga bagay na ginawa ko noon habang may luha sa'yong mga mata, ito ang mga bagay na malinaw sa aking mga mata. Ito ang mga bagay na nagtutulak sa akin para bumalik na. Pero huli na para sa pagbalik, huli na para sa mga bagong alaala kasama ka, huli na para sa bagong umaga. Nais kong ako ang kasama mo, hindi ang mga alaala. Nais kong ako ang magsasabi sa'yo ng lahat, hindi ang mga liham na iniwan ko sa ilalim ng kama. Nais kong ako ang hawak mo, hindi ang lubid na naggapos sa'kin sa mas malungkot na tadhana. Nais kong bumalik sa mundo kung saan naroon ka, ngunit ang isiping ako ay muling babalik sa mundong nilisan ko na, ay nais kong bawiin sa'yo ang lubid at muling danasin ang sakit ng pagpanaw. Dahil ayaw ko sa mundong 'yan, ayaw ko sa sakit ng damdamin, ayaw ko sa bigat ng pakiramdam, ayaw kong muling makain ng kadiliman. Patawad kung sumuko ako, patawad kung madali akong napagod, patawad kung hindi natangay palayo ng pagtawa ang kalungkutan, patawad kung binigyan kita ng alaala, at patawad kung ayaw ko na ring bumalik. Kaya kung muli man tayong magkitang dalawa, huwag mong babanggitin ang salitang "kamusta", dahil alam mong naging mas malungkot ako dahil wala ka.

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