I remember the time when I saw my sister crying. Even though I knew the answer, I still asked her why. She did not answer instead she shouted at me and slammed the door right in my face. I know why she is crying it because of their fight. That day I said to myself “It is stupid to cry for somebody who hurt you.” But this time, I stand corrected.
The last topic in Philo1 is Philosophy of Love. According to Plato, Love is a GRAVE disease. That alone made it clear that love goes beyond pain and suffering .
There is this one girl whose smile makes my heart leap even though those magnificent smiles that take my worries away are not meant for me. I do not know if I love her for I do not know what love is. I know the idea of love but I do not know how to love.
Then there was my friend reading a letter that pounds my heart with every word he uttered until it felt weary. It was for the girl I am talking about. I know that they are friends, maybe close friends but I did not know that he love her. My friend, if described, looks good, is sweet and thoughtful, and not to forget about his dancing because he sure can dance. That moment where I asked myself things that would seem absurd took forever.
The lamenting sun set and the bewailing moon accompany my lonely night. Words can not explain how I feel that unfaithful night. I can not eat my dinner. I can not write my final paper and I can not stop thinking about the letter and about her. I was in a deep agony and relentless confusion that night
The morning did not change anything. Every class was dull and I felt tired, exhausted. My friend asked me, “Are you okay?” I said I am fine. She told me I am not okay, I look miserable and poignant. I repeated that I am fine, covering things up, with whining about my scholastic dilemmas. Then she knew it was about that letter and asked me how I felt about that. I said I do not know. Someone interrupted and exclaimed saying that maybe I am jealous that hit me but I replied asking if I have the right to be. The exact words are “May karapatan ba?” while I the back of my head I said “Sana meron…”
The last topic in Philo1 is Philosophy of Love. According to Plato, Love is a GRAVE disease. That alone made it clear that love goes beyond pain and suffering .
There is this one girl whose smile makes my heart leap even though those magnificent smiles that take my worries away are not meant for me. I do not know if I love her for I do not know what love is. I know the idea of love but I do not know how to love.
Then there was my friend reading a letter that pounds my heart with every word he uttered until it felt weary. It was for the girl I am talking about. I know that they are friends, maybe close friends but I did not know that he love her. My friend, if described, looks good, is sweet and thoughtful, and not to forget about his dancing because he sure can dance. That moment where I asked myself things that would seem absurd took forever.
The lamenting sun set and the bewailing moon accompany my lonely night. Words can not explain how I feel that unfaithful night. I can not eat my dinner. I can not write my final paper and I can not stop thinking about the letter and about her. I was in a deep agony and relentless confusion that night
The morning did not change anything. Every class was dull and I felt tired, exhausted. My friend asked me, “Are you okay?” I said I am fine. She told me I am not okay, I look miserable and poignant. I repeated that I am fine, covering things up, with whining about my scholastic dilemmas. Then she knew it was about that letter and asked me how I felt about that. I said I do not know. Someone interrupted and exclaimed saying that maybe I am jealous that hit me but I replied asking if I have the right to be. The exact words are “May karapatan ba?” while I the back of my head I said “Sana meron…”
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The exact words are “May karapatan ba?” while I the back of my head I said “Sana meron…”
someday, you'll have the right to get jealous. more than that, think about that day when you would be with her and call her yours. kaya mo yan danjo! :)
aww...
in love??
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