24 Mar
24Mar

I was supposed to make my "home work" since it's a holiday. I woke up lighter than usual. Everything was clean and peaceful. I turned on the TV and played my favorite music videos. Oh you don't have to ask! Of course it's OPM! Then this song played next... Scenes from the past - like the one in movies with background music, were all coming back. It was like all my childhood memories, after all these years remained so vivid. It was like, "has it really been 16 years?"

"...ngunit ngayo'y marami nang nagbago't nangyari..."

They say the best "art" is made after a broken heart. Well, I might agree to that, though my heart was broken not by a romantic love. I have written my first poem after he left. We grew up together. I used to sleep over their place. Play basketball with the boys. Go swimming. He used to help me with homework. He's smarter than I was so I really look up to him. I love how he writes. It amazes me every time! He is quiet. He is serious. He is stubborn. He is my total opposite. He was my playmate, my schoolmate, my best friend, and my brother. We used to do things together. I know he gets annoyed with me sometimes coz I'm "kulit" but still get along well. We used to wear the same clothes. We play the same sport: badminton, volleyball and sungka (if it is even a sport). We used to have almost the same name. We even used to joke we were twins.

One day, he left. They left. I was like a bird with a broken wing. I never understood it then. There was no skype, no viber nor facetime. Email has just started and the Internet connection was poor then. I couldn't talk nor read his letters straight coz I keep crying. We used to know what's going on with each other's lives even though we're miles away. We shared dreams and nightmares. We talk about the same friends. Every weekend I make it to a point to go back home just to reconnect with old friends coz it was my only connection with him. Years passed and we got so occupied making our dreams come true. We had to have friends other than the old ones. He had his new friends whom I do not know anymore. I had mine. Well, just a few of mine. Communication became less frequent. Then again, one day, we just don't know what to talk about anymore.

We just grew apart. We drifted away.

I had to grow. I had to understand he has left. I had to understand it would be hard for him to come back and visit. It was even harder for me to go back and visit him coz it means I have to save and spend a really big sum. We never saw each other almost 10 years now. And I have to understand people change. He changed. I changed. Memories are all I have. Memories I will treasure forever. I still miss him sometimes. And missing him means tears falling and words written. Again, thanking him for the inspiration. I still love him. It has never changed. It will never because we are FAMILY. I just hope one day he'll come back home and create new memories.

I was supposed to make my "home work" since it's a holiday. I woke up lighter than usual. Everything was clean and peaceful. I turned on the TV and played my favorite music videos. Oh you don't have to ask! Of course it's OPM! Then this song played next... Scenes from the past - like the one in movies with background music, were all coming back. It was like all my childhood memories, after all these years remained so vivid. It was like, "has it really been 16 years?"

"...ngunit ngayo'y marami nang nagbago't nangyari..."

They say the best "art" is made after a broken heart. Well, I might agree to that, though my heart was broken not by a romantic love. I have written my first poem after he left. We grew up together. I used to sleep over their place. Play basketball with the boys. Go swimming. He used to help me with homework. He's smarter than I was so I really look up to him. I love how he writes. It amazes me every time! He is quiet. He is serious. He is stubborn. He is my total opposite. He was my playmate, my schoolmate, my best friend, and my brother. We used to do things together. I know he gets annoyed with me sometimes coz I'm "kulit" but still get along well. We used to wear the same clothes. We play the same sport: badminton, volleyball and sungka (if it is even a sport). We used to have almost the same name. We even used to joke we were twins.

One day, he left. They left. I was like a bird with a broken wing. I never understood it then. There was no skype, no viber nor facetime. Email has just started and the Internet connection was poor then. I couldn't talk nor read his letters straight coz I keep crying. We used to know what's going on with each other's lives even though we're miles away. We shared dreams and nightmares. We talk about the same friends. Every weekend I make it to a point to go back home just to reconnect with old friends coz it was my only connection with him. Years passed and we got so occupied making our dreams come true. We had to have friends other than the old ones. He had his new friends whom I do not know anymore. I had mine. Well, just a few of mine. Communication became less frequent. Then again, one day, we just don't know what to talk about anymore.

We just grew apart. We drifted away.

I had to grow. I had to understand he has left. I had to understand it would be hard for him to come back and visit. It was even harder for me to go back and visit him coz it means I have to save and spend a really big sum. We never saw each other almost 10 years now. And I have to understand people change. He changed. I changed. Memories are all I have. Memories I will treasure forever. I still miss him sometimes. And missing him means tears falling and words written. Again, thanking him for the inspiration. I still love him. It has never changed. It will never because we are FAMILY. I just hope one day he'll come back home and create new memories.

I was supposed to make my "home work" since it's a holiday. I woke up lighter than usual. Everything was clean and peaceful. I turned on the TV and played my favorite music videos. Oh you don't have to ask! Of course it's OPM! Then this song played next... Scenes from the past - like the one in movies with background music, were all coming back. It was like all my childhood memories, after all these years remained so vivid. It was like, "has it really been 16 years?"

"...ngunit ngayo'y marami nang nagbago't nangyari..."

They say the best "art" is made after a broken heart. Well, I might agree to that, though my heart was broken not by a romantic love. I have written my first poem after he left. We grew up together. I used to sleep over their place. Play basketball with the boys. Go swimming. He used to help me with homework. He's smarter than I was so I really look up to him. I love how he writes. It amazes me every time! He is quiet. He is serious. He is stubborn. He is my total opposite. He was my playmate, my schoolmate, my best friend, and my brother. We used to do things together. I know he gets annoyed with me sometimes coz I'm "kulit" but still get along well. We used to wear the same clothes. We play the same sport: badminton, volleyball and sungka (if it is even a sport). We used to have almost the same name. We even used to joke we were twins.

One day, he left. They left. I was like a bird with a broken wing. I never understood it then. There was no skype, no viber nor facetime. Email has just started and the Internet connection was poor then. I couldn't talk nor read his letters straight coz I keep crying. We used to know what's going on with each other's lives even though we're miles away. We shared dreams and nightmares. We talk about the same friends. Every weekend I make it to a point to go back home just to reconnect with old friends coz it was my only connection with him. Years passed and we got so occupied making our dreams come true. We had to have friends other than the old ones. He had his new friends whom I do not know anymore. I had mine. Well, just a few of mine. Communication became less frequent. Then again, one day, we just don't know what to talk about anymore.

We just grew apart. We drifted away.

I had to grow. I had to understand he has left. I had to understand it would be hard for him to come back and visit. It was even harder for me to go back and visit him coz it means I have to save and spend a really big sum. We never saw each other almost 10 years now. And I have to understand people change. He changed. I changed. Memories are all I have. Memories I will treasure forever. I still miss him sometimes. And missing him means tears falling and words written. Again, thanking him for the inspiration. I still love him. It has never changed. It will never because we are FAMILY. I just hope one day he'll come back home and create new memories.

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