How do we measure loss? Do we measure the time that they have gone, the way once we measured their birthdays? Do we calculate the times when it gets too hard to breathe or quantify the hollowness between each heartbeat? We don't talk about death. It isn't the morbidity of death itself, but the rawest and … Continue reading The Passing
I don’t know you well, but I lost you anyway. I lost you on the way from Zadar, three years ago. After I received the unexpected notification, I remembered looking out of the van down the scenic road, and nothing much after. It was as though as I ate an ice cream too fast, except … Continue reading I Lost You in Croatia
I don’t understand the things you did, But I wished you know, I loved you nevertheless I can’t take your tiredness away, But with every dish I scrubbed, I wanted to ease your burden I can’t take your anger away, But with every floor I mopped, I showed you I cared I can’t take your bitterness … Continue reading Closure
“The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.” ― Lisa Unger “Say it. I need you to say it.” And he told me exactly what I needed to hear. ** In a perfect world, what I need to hear … Continue reading The Idea of Love
Hello. I wonder if you can read this. It is not really possible, but I like to believe that you can. So here I am writing this letter to you, hoping wherever you are, you can hear what I want to say. I miss you. I don’t have to say it because I know you … Continue reading A letter to you.
That smell. It was the most horrible stench that he almost passed out on the spot. Almost like the time he found the dead raccoon in his backyard. That damn raccoon was there for at least a week, covered under piles of dried leaves. He knew that smell. He looked around to see if he … Continue reading The Final Destination
The girl stood at the edge of the lake and stared over the vast expanse of water before her. Her waist-length black hair with several browns streaks was neatly worn with a waterfall braid and glimmered in the afternoon sun. The water revealed the dark silhouette of the reflection of tall pine trees at the … Continue reading The Princess and the Duck
Dear friend, I don’t remember how we met. It was six years ago, all the way back to high school. The reason remained unknown; we were never in the same class or had the same club activities or hung out in the same clique. We were acquainted through introduction from mutual friends or simply being … Continue reading How We End Up As Strangers
Over the past couple of years, I come to define my character more prominently, of some which I'm not partially proud of. I acknowledge my flaws and imperfections, such as hardly having any sense of direction, slow at learning, lack of appreciation of people around me. I start to notice what I might be good at; … Continue reading Life. It’s ever-changing, isn’t it?
when i change my blog to wordpress, i make a promise to myself to never write emotional posts, which is the sole reason i put off writing any entry, till now. sometimes i can't help but wonder if it's somehow my fault. if i think of you more often, if i've reply your texts more … Continue reading What’s Left But A Memory