Just like the leaves, I’ve fallen for you

And I know,

You can’t always catch the things that fall

But why do I still hope

When I know you’ll never do


Just like the leaves, I’ve fallen for you

And I know, I shouldn’t have

But just like the direction of wind,

I can never control love


Just like the leaves, I’ve fallen for you

I’m hopelessly lost,

That I couldn’t even tell how far I’ve fallen

But I don’t care,

As long as you’re there to pick me up


Just like the leaves, I’ve fallen for you

And I know that falling means loving,

And loving means hurting

But how could I run

When all I could ever think was falling


Just like the leaves, I’ve fallen for you

And I wanted to be the one you’ll hold,

Not the one you just adore

But I don’t understand…

Just like the leaves, why can’t my feelings wither too?


To the Guy Who Kept Me Waiting

Wait for me, you said.

Sure, it was painful to see you leave. I couldn’t understand it. But somehow, those late-night talks that I didn’t mind losing sleep over, those warm smiles that kept those butterflies floating around inside me, and those dreams we shared together pushed me forward to hope in spite of the pain.

I always wondered how we had lost the connection we once had. How could it ever end? I was left waiting, stuck by my phone. Wondering why you didn’t always reply to my messages nor respond to my calls. I tried to console myself from your lack of response. I stood strong thinking maybe you just weren’t ready. That maybe you were just too scared of getting hurt. Or maybe you just needed time to sort through your priorities.

I tried hard to understand. I waited because you said so. And for me, that was enough.

Wait for me, you said.

I waited even though I was unsure if I could still call you mine. You kept pushing me away because you said you were confused. But I wasn’t. I was so sure of you that it already scared me.

I know that there are plenty more fish in the sea, but how could I when I already lived with the thought of spending the rest of my life with you.

There were even times I wished I could just move on. But because I loved you and you gave me reasons to stay, I stuck around.

Wait for me, you said.                                                                                  

I waited for you because I wanted to believe that you would come back, even though part of me knew that you wouldn’t.

But while I was proving the world how much you’re worth it, and that it’s worth it, you were proving otherwise.

I waited. I waited until time has passed and weeks became months. Months became years and years became silence.

Wait for me, you said. But how could I still wait for you when you weren’t even there?

Speaking of Love

The most we are taught, as children, is to believe in love. They say that genuine happiness comes from a love that is true and pure. Well, it’s true. There is no greater happiness than loving a person and being loved in return.

Love is one of the best things that can happen to a person. It comes in your life in the least expected time and unconsciously sweeps you off your feet. It will make you realize how beautiful and bright the world is as long as you are together.

But despite all of these amazing things, love is far from a fairy tale. The fantasy that we hoped is what sets us up for disappointment. Because love isn’t always a bed of roses. It also has its thorns but you learn to love it, anyway.  It can bring you pain as much as it brings you happiness. It makes you cry but the thought of having someone who cares deeply for you, can make you smile instantly. That’s the beauty of it. You can just take the thorns off roses and be happy again.

But just as how roses bloom, they also wither. Love, no matter how much you take care of it, if it isn’t meant to grow and live, it will die.

Building a lasting relationship is hardwork, as they say. It is a long, sometimes painful process that shouldn’t be rushed. Some relationships had tragic endings despite their happy beginnings.

But don’t give up. Just don’t. No matter how painful it may be, love is still the greatest thing that can happen to you. Love isn’t all about waiting for your prince charming who would ride to your house on his white horse or finding a fairy godmother who can help you with just one wave of her magic wand. It’s about finding someone who values your worth and respects your dreams, and someone who would make you accept yourself and appreciate reality.