Kapag umiiyak ba nawawala talaga ang sakit?

Nagkakaroon ba ng solusyon ang problema?

Nabubura ba ang mga alaala?

Makakalimutan ko bang mahal na mahal kita?

Ano nga ba talaga ang nagagawa ng pagluha?

Kung pampalubag-loob lang, eh di parang wala.

I don't know when but I will be able to forget how much I love you.

I will meet someone who will bring back the smile on my face.

I can stop looking at old photos of you and me.

I can tear the love letters you sent me.

Until that day, allow me to wallow in misery,

Refuse to stop the tears from falling,

Feel every pain, hold on to your promises.

All these will be through, once I get over you.

I can talk about your death like it just happened yesterday. I have a vivid memory of April 6. 

I remember perfectly the words of that lady who said in her calmest voice that you are gone.

That day, death had a different meaning.

I knew that it wouldnʼt just be the absence of you.  

I wasnʼt able to mourn.

I was able to hold it until the coast was clear. 

You raised me well. 

You knew that one day this will happen.

Thatʼs why you taught me what you did.

Although often, in the hardest way. 

I wasnʼt there when you left and I hated that. 

But whenever I think of the peace and joy that you are experiencing now, Iʼm consoled. 

I love you. I always have and always will. 

I canʼt find the words to say I miss you. 

It makes sense because I wasnʼt able to say goodbye after all. 

I think about you all the time. 

And Papa, thank you for teaching me that song. 

After 29 years, I realized why 'twas your favorite.

Now each time I go home. I will recall the famous line from Green Green Grass of Home..

“The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. And there to meet me is my Mama and…” 

Although it will never be the same without you PAPA. 

We already know it will lead to this.

What we have is just temporary bliss.

Why do I even have to ask for an explanation?

All that I want to hear you have already spoken.

I guess it's just that my heart is wishing,

that you'll change your mind and realize what you will be missing.

Now I know I shouldn't hope.

No more chasing, I still love you but

I'm letting go of the rope.

She smiled at him but he kept turning away.

She tried to reach out but he just wouldn't put his walls down.

They are no longer themselves.

Not the person they once knew and loved.

But she can tell, at least for herself,

she is very happy.

And if the distance and animosity can no longer be cured by friendship then it's best

that their now will just be awkwardly beautiful.

After 7 years, I saw him again.

The same man who made me the happiest when he came into my life and when he left, then.

It did not come as a surprise. It was something we both expected to happen. I actually thought it will be best if we become friends. But that night he felt ackward. He acted like he was amongst strangers. He was too preoccupied with so many concerns. He was there but his mind and heart were somewhere.

I know him too well.

I know something is bothering him.

But I can no longer ask.

I am in no position to even try.

And so, it became just a random night of meeting someone from the past. Someone so familiar and yet now appears to be so different. Someone who's supposedly close to me, but who's so distant now.

Yes, he is so good at it. We'll at least he came although he left.

"She's that type of girl. She's got straight A's, goes to church every Sunday, hates late night gimmicks."

"He's rough. Always in a hurry. Careless, unmindful of tomorrows."

"But she's sweet. And her smile brightens my day. When she talks I listen. When she cries my heart melts."

"But he's very gentle. Always there when I need him. He makes me feel like I'm his Princess."

"I'm a bad boy to many but when I am with her, she sees the other side of me."

"That side of him that I adore. That side of him that I will always look for. That side of him that I love ---truly, deeply, madly."

"I love her. No questions asked."

"I love him. No doubts, no hesitations."

"No, I'm not going to wait for you nor ask you to come back. But if you do, you would have to work your way to my heart again."

"I'm not going to allow you to hurt me once again by your sweet lies."

"I will not cry when you walk out that door and say goodbye. I don't want to get used to it. I don't even want to try."

"I won't chase you. I never will. I'll be fine without you. I'm not in it for the show, not in it for the game. I refuse to be your maybe. I will not, I will never be."