I'm Just Not Good With Goodbyes
Wednesday, July 01, 2015
I'm Just Not Good With Goodbyes



This is how it's suppose to end isn't it? The sad goodbyes, the whole you needed to see me before you go kind of thing. I couldn't bring myself to it. I'm not good with goodbyes nor am I good with dealing emotions I buried a long time ago. I just didn't want to feel it anymore.

Yet when I saw your message in middle of the night, my heart dropped and I couldn't breathe. I wasn't expecting this. So much had happened over the course of months that I have completely forgotten how I once felt; the joy, the pain and now it's all rushing back in.

Perhaps I was hoping I'd see you again, but not this way, not now, not yet. And I guess now I never will and I'm ok with it.


photo via anonymous
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I Was Waiting All Night For This
Monday, June 29, 2015
I Was Waiting All Night For This


It was a blurry night wasn't it? Some sporadic off-the-mill kind of evening where we're just waiting for something to happen. And when it did, it was two lips ravaging each other after hours and hours of pauses, subtle touches, slow hand held and quiet stares.

I was waiting all night for this to happen. That's what you told me when we finally got the chance to get away from your friends and be on our own at a busy corner in hopes no familiar faces would see us.

Perhaps I felt the same and in that moment I heard nothing but the sound of my body craving for your every touch and every kiss; consuming me, drowning me.

photo by anonymous
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My Fingers Find Themselves Meeting Yours
Friday, June 12, 2015
My Fingers Find Themselves Meeting Yours


I find myself in this stillness, words echoing at the background, hearing words I've heard before but refuse to believe. What was that again? That you'll prove me wrong? That it's not all lies, pain and deceit? I could turn a blind eye and a deaf ear on all those words I've heard before.

But instead you held my hand and just like that, my fingers find themselves meeting yours, filling in every gap like it knows every line and every space that makes up for something I don't even know. Perhaps the stars are playing tricks on me, or perhaps it was my heart.

photo by anonymous

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Second Chances
Friday, June 05, 2015
Second Chances


What does it mean to give someone a second chance? Does it mean you're allowing them to hurt you? To make yourself vulnerable? To give them a chance to tear you apart? Or does it mean giving them the benefit of the doubt? That perhaps this time they'll change. That perhaps things will be better. That maybe this time you'll be happy. 

photo by alina valitova
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I Don't Think I Could Do This Anymore
Wednesday, June 03, 2015
I Don't Think I Could Do This Anymore


Who: Sandra
What: Goodbye August Party

"Hey, what's wrong?" Those were the words he utter to me as we briefly saw each other at friend's party. He must have read the sadness and dismay on my face. "I don't think I could do this anymore." I said and with just that I left things hanging with no site of going back.

Disclaimer: These are not my personal story. This is just how I interpret the photos.

Photo by sandra
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