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Sweet Little Mess

Sarah Melissa, 18, UP Diliman

I've been devouring books since forever. I write down my messy thoughts hoping that I could make sense of them.

hopeless dreamer(s)

Tags: snippets; gamechanger; eyecandy; photos; words

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To think that I was writing about us last night… About how we love each other. What could have happened? I still feel the same towards you.

She had me speaking
In riddles and uncertainties;
I had her smiling
Like no one else had all those years.

We love because we know nothing better

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via observando)

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Kissing is like drinking salted water: you drink, and your thirst increases.

Chinese Proverb (via observando)

"You shouldn’t rush things," everyone else warned us. We didn’t listen. Some went as far as saying it won’t last, because it all started fast. We pretended not to hear them. Was it risky? Definitely. Was it worth it? The answer is in the little ways we’ve grown together, in the different lessons I learned because of you, and in all the great things we’ve done with and for each other.

I can’t predict anything, but right now, I can say for real that I’d do it all over again. Everything.

You are a sentence
and I am a semicolon
begging you to go on.

We will be a novel one day - Meghan Lynn (via merelyamadness)

When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need editing? Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying they will tell us that we make sense? She doesn’t always make sense but I swear to God, her imperfections are the things that I love about her the most. I don’t know when I will be married, I don’t know where I will be married, but I do know this: whenever I’m asked to describe my future wife, I do so as best as I can and every single time, she sounds a lot like you. Every single time, she sounds a lot like you.

Rudy Francisco, “A Lot Like You” (via makelvenotwar)

The significance of this date

Let me tell you about the day I met her. It was exactly two years ago, a Monday. I agreed to meet up with a friend at a local coffee shop. I was actually too lazy to go out, but somehow I was convinced. I really don’t have Monday classes, so I was still in town that day. It was all a matter of chance.

I knew I was going to be introduced to someone, though I didn’t know yet that she would be a significant person. She was, I thought, just someone who slightly resembled a friend from high school; she would be my friend, too, at most.

I went there wearing plain clothes, something we still laugh about now. If I knew it was going to be a life-changing kind of day, I would have at least worn shorts that weren’t knee-length, and also definitely not a shirt that says “Baguio City.”

I greeted her, and honestly my first reaction was that, “OMG she does look like my high school batchmate!” I sat beside her, being the friendly person that I am. I was interested in her, but not yet in that special way. I just thought she seemed cool.

We talked non-stop. I was unconsciously disappointed when it was time for her to leave for her exam. And yes, she had an exam that day. I was the talkative girl who disturbed her peace while she was reviewing.

The best part of it all, probably, was when she asked for my number. I didn’t, at first, question my own excitement at being able to extend our conversation. I did, eventually, because the next day I realized I couldn’t stop smiling and thinking about her.

Now, it’s March 5 again. Two years later. And I am very much in love with her.