my everyday musings

You are free I saw this girl. She was a soulful eyed and svelte figured lass with an air of innocence about her. She was pining after the man at my side and she did not hide it from me or from the man who happens to be my husband. Yes, my husband. And he was pining after her as well. My heart pierced, shattered and broke at the naked adoration I saw in both of their faces. My husband never looked at me in that way. I wanted to feel angry and rage against the girl for crushing that one hope in my heart. I was about to charge up to her and slap her senseless when I realized something that stopped me from doing just that.   I can't do it. I let go of my husband, gave him my wedding ring and kissed him one last time. I turned away, not wanting to let him see the tears beginning to gather in my eyes. But he stopped me. He turned me again and asked me what happened, why I gave my ring to him. I smiled at him and said, “You are free.” ...

note: my latest muse. thinking of turning this into a lengthy short story.  a very short story  what if..   him: will you marry me? her: yes, i will. him: *ecstatic and happy* her: i have a question for you as well.  him: what is it? her: will you always love me no matter what will happen to us? even if there is more tears than laughter? even if there is no happy ever after? even if i become old, wrinkled and gray? him: that is why i want to marry you because i want to start a life with you and transform all those negative thoughts, actions and blues of yours into happiness, laughter and joy. what matters is that we not dwell on these negative things but make it work between us. i want to make you happy always because i love you and that will never change. her: *speechless, hugged him hard in reply* the end..

note: this was originally written for a crush of mine before but reading it now, i think it aptly describes how my relationship with alex began.  You taught me how to smile To You, You might be surprised that I've written something for you. You never thought that I would actually write a letter, right? But here I am, breaking my own rule of not writing letters. You have to understand that I am only doing this for you. So, be patient with me alright? Here goes nothing. It started really with your smile. The way you smile, it was with abandon and mirth and how it would light up your features and highlight every groove and plane of it. Every time you tell me funny anecdotes that happened in your life, you would emphasize it clearly with those expressive brown eyes of yours. You might not know this but you remind me so much of an eight year old child being led to the theme park by such infectious enthusiasm that you cannot help but instill that same exciteme...

I dedicate this poem to Sha. Your love story inspired me to write this. :)   Forever after  Tiptoe, tiptoe up and down  forward and backward round and round  is how I see you  with your eyes upon me  and mine on yours  with not a care  of where we go  or what we do  as long as we stay true  to who we are  and where we will be  be it ten or fifteen  or just a year  never faltering in taking the steps  towards our forever after. 

First attempt  weeks blend into days into hours into minutes into seconds, not one matters. for as long as i don't see you, they become inconsequential and nonexistent until, i see you again.

For Her By Agnetha de Castro as music wafted out from our closed door, straining to get out and envelop our home I pause in my kneading and listen to you As you sang of heartbreaks and heartaches imagining the havoc you have wreaked my heart ached for your struggle to let out the tears of so many yesterdays and the regrets of our today not being able to resist the pull of you, I stopped kneading and washed my hands, wiping it free of water and residue, wishing I could do the same to your suffering soul taking a deep breath to calm my thumping heart, I opened our door. I stopped. You were not there. I woke up, drenched in sweat and unshed tears the bed was empty. I remembered the sting of our painful words, the bitterness of our fights, the packing of your bags, the day you left me with no goodbyes or the chance for me to say I’m sorry even if all I ever wanted was to be with you now and forever.

Note: the last complete story i've written for our university's literary folio. published in marejada 2010. Looking through Mirrors " Inspired by a dream I had. Put down to rest by my pen." I liked you before. Then you became hers. I did not really think much about it since I was also involved with someone else. You were an unattainable guy anyway. You were too perfect for me and she was just right for you. I busied myself with my studies and we occasionally exchanged polite words and smiles. But you were always with her and I can only look. No hope of making you mine at all. You were hers. Period. Then, the unbelievable happened. You and she broke up. She cannot keep up with your perfection. She told me as much and I listened to her. I sympathized with her. She was after all my friend. I even tried to get you two back together again but she said that it was a lost cause and that you said that it was never going to work the second time around. So, I stepped o...

hi everyone.. i'm creating this blog as a compilation of my previous literary works and for new ones as well. it's been quite a long time since i got this itch to write and publish my works once again. hope you all will enjoy my works. thanks.. :) -jilly-