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Leafing through
Random photographs
Caught in a wisp
Of nostalgia

I find it a bit amusing

How possible it is
To feel the same old feeling
By only looking through
A series of what has been
It’s like
Being transported into
An abyss of memories

For a moment

It felt like it is still
The last day of November
When we first made love
And I wake up next to you
The next morning
In the wee hours of December

Leafing through

Random photographs
Caught in a wisp
Of nostalgia

I felt everything coming back

It felt so fuzzy and warm
Made me feel comfortable
From the inside
But as I set down
Each photograph
I realize where I am headed to

Leafing through

Random photographs
Caught in a wisp
Of nostalgia

I remembered

How much I loved
And what I have lost
All in a brief moment
Of recall.
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How do I express this loneliness that I feel?
I should be happy with him
Glad for having him
But I am not.
How do I express this emptiness I feel?
I know he tries his best
To make things work
But that is just the thing
He is not him.

How do I express this loneliness I feel?
I wanted to try and start again
But no matter how I try
No matter what I tell myself
I could not get the satisfaction
From what he tries to bring

How do I express this loneliness I feel?
We could have done wonders
We seem perfect for each other
The synchronization
The chemistry
It is all there
All given to me
But all these things,
I wish not to take from him
But from the other who first came before him.

But how do I tell him how unhappy I am?
I wanted to depart
And would rather live on my own
Than try to make it work
With someone
I could never have feelings for.
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I just had a dream and I dunno whether it's good or bad, though. 

There I was walking down the aisle. The air was filled with  that Eric Bennet song entitled The Last Time...

I looked around and saw how much people there was, looking at me in big grins. Most of them I recognize; friends from real life, acquaintances and family... In this sea of familiar faces, I found myself searching for the groom and just before I reached the aisle, I saw him standing with his back on me. 

When he finally turned to look at me... My heart was sent aflutter. He was smiling as tears fall from his eyes. Somehow, I wanted that moment to never end... Seeing how happy he was. How happy I felt.

It felt too real that waking up hurts. 

I thought I was doing good; I didn't know that one dream can actually send me back to square one.
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We're all artists.

It doesn't matter what you do, what your craft is. 

Whether you're good or bad in it, no one should be able to tell you that but yourself. Nor should you allow anyone, even yourself, to tell you that you're no good. 

For we are all blessed with a talent, by the Greatest Artist of all, and no one can do our work better than we can.

Whether you paint, cook, bake, dance, sing, teach, calculate someone's income tax, sculpt, build and design all sort of things, capture memories in photographs or in words; you are an artist and no one can tell you otherwise.

Whatever it is that you love to do in this life is art; a legacy you will pass on to those you will leave in this lifetime. A series of milestones in your own history.

Our art is whatever it is that makes us happy and passionate about living.

Art. It is not a way of life, but a reflection of who we truly are.
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It had been a while since he last talked to her. She lost all hope, but then he called at the most unexpected time. 

Then...

He asked her, "Do you still love me?" She cried silently. Big, fat tears fell from her big brown eyes. And all she could muster to say was, "God knows," instead of a straightforward 'Yes' because she was frightened that he still won't do anything to keep her if she did.

He misses her. It was evident. But to leave her and keep her at bay was not the way she thought things would end. But it did. They separated, after living as man and wife, they decided to part ways. And so, even though they are still irrevocably in love, both tried to conceal it a little, though it was hard.

Whatever may become of them, they left it for the universe and all the gods to decide for them. Time will tell, they'd tell one another, but their hearts, oh their hearts were screaming each other's name; it ached and long for the other every single day. They wept everyday as if they were mourning from each other's absence.

Despite of this though, they did their best to be civil and remained in contact. Both secretly hoping that the other would remain faithful and in love when he returns.

The night ended. But their strong affection did not. 
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The words have escaped me
A train of thought
Of what I had hoped to tell you
But it no longer matter

I guess
I just realized
That though my affection 
Have never ceased
Never left me

You did so and easily
And so were the words
I was trying to say
They have slipped from my grasp
They escaped me swiftly
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 I wrote you letters
One for each day
For a year
All 365 of them
Folded and sealed them 
But never sent them 
Not even one

With each letter
Sealed with a kiss
I poured my heart 
With thoughts of longing
Of hurt and despair
I wanted you to read them 
And feel my pain
But never sent them
Not even one

For I know
That even if you read them
You won't feel what I feel
Not even a bit

For though you said 
It hurt when you left
Still you turned from me
Without even glancing back

Not even once
You did not.

xx
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