Surviving and Conquering the Power of Betrayal

betrayal (n.) “hurting (someone who trusts you, such as a friend or relative) by doing something morally wrong.” It is sad that in almost any kind of relationship, betrayal is a part of the picture; and the saddest part of it is that in never comes from your enemies, but from the people you hold... Continue Reading →

for you,

for you, i thought i was ready to be found, like the missing piece to complete your set. for you, i tore down my defenses, i welcomed the inevitable idea of pain, i broke down my walls, knowing full well i will cry in silence in the days to come. for you, i fell too... Continue Reading →

Do Not Fall In Love With Me

Do not fall in love with me because I never stay. I always move around. I travel every now and then; I get sent to almost  anywhere, often with no prior notice. You’ll only get to see me for a few days once a month—and it’ll be worth it. I’ll take you to places: movies,... Continue Reading →

I’m Not Trying

I'm not trying to bring back the love we lost; I am not naive to think things are fine. We both lost it, like the savage toss of the ocean waves . . . it washed to the shore, steadily, violently, crushing as it hit the end of its line. I'm not trying to bring... Continue Reading →

Retrouvaille

It had been an hour, and there wasn’t any sign of him yet. I was beginning to think that he would stand me up, like what happened in Tennessee last time. We agreed to meet a second time over another cup of coffee, and he did not show up. He texted an hour after our... Continue Reading →

Call Me Maybe

Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between? Today, almost everyone has a phone, even kids below ten years old. We seldom meet people who does not own a phone, whether or not it is a smartphone. Everyone carries one around for certain purposes—personal, business, work,... Continue Reading →

Waiting for the Rain

I braved the aisle of the unfamiliar grocery store. It wasn’t here when I left five years ago, and it’s all too strange for me. It is an understatement to say that this place is no longer the same. What used to be a small convenience store is now a bar, with people overflowing. I... Continue Reading →

Hemingway

I do not usually go to bars and pubs nor do I drink beer, but tonight was different. I was drenched in tears and heartache. My chest could have exploded from the pain if only it could. I decided to entertain myself and get myself some beer before I head home. I dropped by at... Continue Reading →

Only Our Ring Fingers Knew

I have been a slave for too long; I have been living a life of servitude, servitude toward my own emotions. I let the shadows of doubt cloud my judgement, I let twinge of betrayal take away all the trust I have, I let the pain of the past destroy the precious memories of our... Continue Reading →

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