moosic is my religion.

Missing those seconds.


It's been... 215 days, 10 hours, 22 minutes, 32 seconds and counting since I've officially met you.


I never thought that you--a kuya who I've thought that would never see me as something other than a little sister of the soulja crew--would come with me to places because you wanted to cheer me up from my depression. That you would treat me out to restaurants, even though you said that I would have to treat you first.


That you would hold my hand,
wrap your arms around me,
whisper sweet nothings in my ear
to soothe my senses just because.


You are absolutely incredible.









It's been six years already since we've found ourselves as best friends. It's October, hunny. It's been that long since we've known each other--and grew closer than we could've imagined. I'm just sad that... you're not here to celebrate it with me. I love you, Bageegee.



Edit:
Now tell me because you want me to hear them.
Don't say everything's fine when deep inside, you know I'm--dying.
A word would've sufficed. A simple interaction would've made me feel better.
And yet I find myself being left behind... but a word I cannot simply utter.

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