The best things in life are free.

One fine day, dear Sunset, I'll meet you.

With him holding my hands.

Our toes in the sand, and our laughter shall greet the moon.

Amen.

Nostalgic.

Papa emailed me this really old photo of myself, before my other 3 siblings decided to pop out.

I looked like a boy.

I should start writing a novel - Bang! Bang!

And she dropped dead.

Blood spattered. Her petite body flew backwards from the impact of the shot, hit the walls behind her, leaving dark red blood stains on the newly painted room and on the floor. Her blood streamed to his feet underneath his black Onitsuka.

Using a machete, he amputated her limbs.

Gruesomely dismembered her..right leg off...left leg off.

He took a look at her face and thought how he always liked the way she look, even now, when droplets of blood covered her lips from his messy butcher.

He admires the last piece of clothing she had on her back before she killed her.

He thought to himself how she's always been inclined towards horror slasher movies compared to the usual chick flicks when they wanted to go out for movies. He said to himself "How ironic is it, that she's technically now the helpless victim, like all the idiots who got themselves killed in those movies."

And then he thought of the way she made him feel, how happy she made him, how she's always been good to him.

It made him weak to realize that he had romantic feelings for her.

He shook them off. He wants to be free - of everything. He took the bait and now he's struggling to be free. She knew that.

He walked out of the room and said "Honey, I'm heading out. I'll see you later" - He faked a smile and she saw right through him.

And she said "Okay. I love you" in that gaze that he knew too well. He looked at her in silence, he couldn't bring himself to respond to that and out he walked - confused and hurt.

She knew she wouldn't hear from him again - unless she initiated contact. And in her heart, it felt like there was a single shot wound through her skull and her limbs butchered in pieces.

And she went to her queen sized bed waiting for him to come back and fill the space beside her. She clutched her phone and waited till he calls, as tears streamed down her cheeks on to the pillow he used to lay on.

And in two different places, on that fateful night, they cried together under the same moon. He cried feeling disgusted with his inhumanity.

She knew she's fighting for something she believed in. Her faith unquestionable. She prayed quietly that his faith strengthen as hope glimmers at the end of their journey.

The End

I'm sorry.

I know you wouldn't read this anytime soon, especially not after that phone call.

I'm sorry it had to come to this.

Before this, I was sure that I wanted what had happened to happen.

But now that it did, I'm rather confused by what I'm feeling now.

Its confusing that..I'm sad.
I feel bad..for existing in your life.

No excuses can justify me. No reasons can weigh my argument. I was unintentional.
An accident that somehow couldn't be undone - or refused to be undone.

I'm not here to replace. I respect your past.

I understand, and have been understanding of your predicaments every step of the way, patiently waiting at the backstage of your show...I understand how hard it is to go through what you are.

I hope you've seen enough of me to know I simply stood by you because in you, I found someone I didn't mind sacrificing a bit of myself, to ensure your happiness.

And if being away from me for the time being allows you room to find yourself again, than space is what I'll give you.

Reminisce - about us, how we feel when we're together and everything we have been through since "we" came into context. I hope that keeps you in perspective.

Although wait is all I've been doing since that night we met on the 24th, I will wait for you till you're ready, to come back into my arms again and start anew.

Come to me when you feel its time. And I will take you in with arms wide open.

Necessity

I need to go on a loooong vacation by the sea,

bask under the sun,

feel the sand in between my toes,

walk around in flip flops and sunnies,

laugh out loud with besties,

with my mind blissfully empty,

and just lounge around till sunset.

All that with a grande cup of tropical smoothies in my hand.

Honesty

What if...
...I gained another 10 pounds,
...I have scars on my face,
...my hair falls off and I become bald,
...my hands don't touch the way you want to,
...my legs don't walk me the way you see now,
...my lips don't smile the way you like anymore,
...I become obese,
...I become uglier than I feel,
...I lost all my clothes and all my money,
Would you turn your back and walk away,
Would your feelings remain?
I won't look like how you see me now, forever,
One day, everything that's skin deep will fade away,
And I need to know if you'll stay,
If your feelings would follow through the worst of my state.
If you really fell for who I am inside,
I need to know if you see me, beyond the layers of my skin and deeper than my heart,
You have my entire heart, but will I ever have the entire you?
For you to say you're contented with who I am,
For you to close your eyes and refuse to look no further,
For you to admit billions of girls in this world do not perturb you cause I'm the only one you want.

Say that. Mean that. And I'll give you more than those billions of girls could ever.