SEPT. 13, 2011
TUESDAY, 9:30Am
Dear Dady Kid,
Whenever I have a paper and a pen, I should pause for a while and then, start to write or else, my heart will surely burst. . . my hands are shaking now, as in kurog jud. Galuya.
Nice kaayo ang moon gabii dady… I remember the days na pud… untag gadungan tag tan-aw sa moon gabii… wish ko lang bah.
Gipriso na nako akong phone sa closet nga naka-ON. It’s better that way, di kaayo ko masakitan nga maghuwat sa imong txt. One day, ako ra tong kuhaon, but when that day comes, naa gihapon koy hope or wish nga unta naay atleast 1 txt from you, bahalag saag, bahalag wrong sent. Pero kung wala gani, masakitan napud ko for sure. Pero Malabo man jud na mahitabo kay I know gi erased na nimo akong number.
Kanus-a paman ko ma used to aning tanan? Gusto nako e fast forward ang panahon, dritso na sa time nga igo nalang ko makaremember nimo but dili na masakitan. I laughed a lot, I talked too much, I kept myself busy but deep inside my heart is “heavy” and at the end of the day, my heart found its rest by thinking of you. Kada gabii ko halos magdamgo nimo, maayo didto kay happy ka ug happy ko. Binali jud diay ning damgo dady.
(ug sa dihang nikanta si Cheryll ug “I’ll Be”, maayo jud manayming)
Kung kaya ra kaayo nimo dady nga di ko huna-hunaon, dapat kayahon pud nako. Kung easy ra na kaayo nimo buhaton, magpabiling lisud na para nako but, I must give your request. . .
(ug nitukar ang “.. I remember the days when you’re here with me… (Parting Time))
Mokatawa nalang ko ani bisag pungot. Sungogan ang panahon.
I should kill my hope but not myself. . .
ENOUGH! ENOUGH! ENOUGH! ENOUGH! ENOUGH!
“help me God”. . .
_Wenzill 10:43 Am
“I just don’t understand
Why destiny allows two people
To meet and know each
Other when there’s no
way for them to be
together?”
That’s life. . . .
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