I don’t know how destiny finds its way. I’m utterly perplexed by how this world works, with all its monotonous twist and turns. I predict everything, that in the end it’ll be the people we love that will break us. Strangers to friends is a never ending cycle, or that’s what I thought. I remember I shouldn’t be feeling this. I’m a mess, remember? I get exhausted mentally and physically every day. I was supposed to be good at staying alive. I was supposed to conceal the hurt I tuck inside the corners of my mind. I was supposed to end the flush of circulating blood in my body.
But now I hear the trees sing.
They whisper to me with such sounds I haven’t heard in a long time, and they never forget to include his name in their melody. He came out of the blue to claim his throne, moving me with his remarkable wit. I have a theory that our souls are drawn to each other from the beginning. We were living inside each other’s subconscious minds all along. And now that I finally found what I didn’t know I was looking for, I’m stupefied.
When he sees this, he’ll smile. He’ll feel the same way I felt when I saw his post. Doesn’t he know that since I met him, my life has changed? He hoists me up. I remember that there are countless of times that I let him see my bad sides. I always expect that sooner or later, I’ll be left hanging alone. These are side effects of my chosen melancholy. But instead of turning away, he stays. He wants me to become the best version of myself. He doesn’t demand. And if I’d be given a chance to go back in time, I wouldn’t. Because love finds its way through the steepest cracks of life. And maybe it’s a little late for us to get along, but I still wouldn’t have it any other way.
So I thank him for making me believe and hope again.
To him: This is a black and white world, and we’re in screaming colors. (Wag kang kiligin.)