from the movie Waiting for Forever

Dear Emma,

Those two words, ‘Dear Emma’ take me away to way another time when we use to write to each other after mom and dad died. I used to tell you about my new friends and my new life. And you used to tell me about the grand time my mom and dad were having in heaven. Truth is nothing. What you believe to be true is everything. And the main thing that I used to believe was that I would be with you forever. Forever. The reason it is taking me so long to write you is that I have seen that I have been a fool. I have spent my life fooling myself. Every letter I’ve ever written to you has been a love letter. How could they have been anything else? I can see now that all of them, except this one, were bad love letters. Bad love letters beg for love back. Good love letters ask for nothing. This, I’m pleased to announce, is my first good love letter to you. Because there is nothing more for you to do. You already done everything. I have enough of you in my head to last forever. So please don’t ever worry about me. I’m peachy! I really am. I have everything. If i had one wish, it would be that your life brings you a taste of happiness that you have brought to me. That you could feel what it’s like to love.

Your friend forever,

Will

I wish I could forget how I could never let myself to forget.

I wish I could forget how he never fails to cheer me up. How he tries to distract me from reality with his lame jokes. How his handwritten love letters make my days. How his messages brighten up weekends. How he held my hand that first time. How he told me he loves me and this would last.

Oh, How I wish I could forget how he would never answer my phone calls anymore. How he never gets mad anymore. How he never replies to my ‘I love you’s anymore. How he told me he fell out of love. How he never really explain why.

I wish I could forget how she smiled and said ‘hi’ that very first day we met. How she was so nice to me. How she told me she feels the pain I’m into. How she told me everything will get better in time. How she understands what I’m going through.

Oh, How I wish I could forget how she asked me if she got his shirt’s size right. How she was suddenly the girlfriend. How she was now someone I couldn’t like anymore. How she never really intend to hurt me.

I wish I could forget how I took everything he did for granted. How I didn’t appreciate love at first. How I didn’t make things work for us. How I just let things happened.

Oh, How I wish I could forget how I played around with love.

THE STORY OF WHEN TO GIVE UP

by Janina Marean

When They broke up, Everything was well.

They were back to being friends again. 

It's fine. If that's what he wants. 

was all she says. 

That's life. I hope she's happy now. 

was all he said. 

They stayed as friends. 

Shared triumph of every success. 

Asked favors like nothing happened. 

Tried not to argue once in a while. 

And refused to do the talk 

Of unresolved feelings. Of uncertain emotions. 

Talk of the real closure they never really had. 

The ending that they both deserve. 

When he started to move on. 

She was left alone. 

It seems like he got over the separation 

easier than she imagined. 

She thought she knew him well. 

He thought she clearly wouldn't care. 

They were ex-es that became friends again. 

It was a difficult label to handle. 

She didn't want anymore assumptions to grow. 

He didn't want to make a big deal out of it. 

So they started not to talk to each other. 

In her mind, she's trying to figure things out. 

Waiting for something to happen 

that she misunderstood as chances. 

Seeking for another reason to make her hold on. 

To make her want to stay. to not give up. 

In his mind, It was simple and clear. 

All was said and done. It didn't worked out. 

They were very much through. so long ago. 

He didn't mean to hurt her. He couldn't lie to her. 

He knew they had given up the day they broke up. 

When will she figure out that she was all wrong? 

When would she believe that it is the end? 

When will he understand that fake smile was for him? 

When would he realize that it was never easy? 

When do we stop finding excuses?

When is enough and too much? 

When to expect and not to expect? 

When to give up?

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Poetry: During Tough Times

I remember writing this for some of my friends. that time, they were really lonely because of their recent break ups. Then our gang tries to comfort them by having a get together once in a while. We get drunk and be silly. i love my friends. i label them as may BFs for life. :) This was originally called "Authentic"


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During Tough Times
by Janina

They have said goodbyes
In several and sudden times
Uttered the most aching words
Left you miserable and lifeless
Broken, you call ourselves

All the gloomy things yo do
I'm willing to uphold too
I also bear the burden in you
You can cry if ou want to
And i'll shed tear with you

Each misery you do have
You know i'd like to listen
Every time you're troubled
I'd care for to witness
That's what real friends are for

Once your so called Love
Had bid their farewells
You'll find the gist of friendship
The essence of a hand to hold
A shoulder to cry on

It is hard to be found
But worth searching for
Imperceptible yet unconditional
Unreadable but heartfelt
Unspoken yet authentic

Definitely, i want to see you again

Laughing and loving again
But you don't need to pretend
I really know how it feels
Even if you're bleeding, i know
You still want to be happy, somehow.

After the heartwarming mourn
I'm not giving up on you now
Just close your teary eyes
I'm about to hit you now,
Chuckle and mutter to your ears
"Hang on! I'll always be here."

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Poetry: What Matters

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What Matters
by Janina

when it comes to this guy
i don't really know if it's real or not
what matters, i guess.
is how he made me feel.

Regardless of the reason.
Whether it's a lie or it is true
What matters for me
is how he took effort
took chances
to make me feel loved.

Inside, i don't really know why
but it seems that
he's my devil in disguise

he makes me smile
yet he still made me cry
he taps my head when i'm sad
yet he still needs my help

but i wonder if it's real or not
did he pretended to love me?
what would he gain from it?
was that a fake confession?
again, what would he gain from it?
had he been bluffing when he said "mahal kita"

Beyond that.
Whether it is real or not.
At the end of the day.
even though love had ended for us.
years ago.
I wouldn't deny.

He made me feel loved.

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