Now, I am, by no means, the best writer in the world nor do I claim to be — I don’t think I am even half there. There are still so much room for improvement, learning, and more practice.
Writing, for me, is not only a hobby that I cannot let go of but my way of pouring out my thoughts and feelings. I find it therapeutic; the way it helps me clear my mind and make me feel like someone is listening even though I am only facing this blank, white page that will soon be filled with my words. Continue reading →
“Without hesitations, he kissed her lips, her ear, and then her neck which sent shivers along her skin. He placed his hand on her back and held her tight as he continued to kiss her. With every touch of his lips against hers, it made her feel as if she’s worth so much; like she’s priceless. Like she’s some kind of puzzle that he’s willing to solve and piece back together no matter how long it takes.
She nervously placed her hand at the back of his neck and as the kiss deepened, she grabbed a lock of his hair as if she knew exactly what she was doing. She was feeling every feeling at once that she couldn’t think straight. The burst of feelings overwhelmed her.
In between kisses, they both kept whispering, “I love you.” They were smiling at each other like teenagers falling in love for the first time. It was crazy, it was funny, it felt good, but it was all too confusing at the same time. She was too scared, she didn’t know if this night will make or break her.
But she didn’t want to think about that, she wanted to live in the moment while it lasted. She closed her eyes and felt every touch of his lips against hers—against her skin.
She had never felt like that before. Like she wanted nothing more than to be in that moment; no other guy ever made her feel the way he did — no other guy had that kind of power over her.“
As kids, we were told that 3 a.m. is that time of the night when our human bodies are at low tide and our blood moves slower than usual. While, on the other hand, it is the time when the witches and demons are at their most powerful state because it is said that the thin line between our world and the “other side” is pulled aside at 3 a.m.
While most of us are sleeping soundly at this time, folklore also suggests that our dreams are a form of communication with the supernatural and are potentially dangerous. I’ve even read somewhere that most people in hospitals die at this hour.
But as we grow up, the witch hour turns out to be that time in the morning when he picks you up and offers to hold your bag for you.
It’s that time in the day when he kisses your forehead and tells you how much he loves you.
It’s that time in the afternoon when he walks you home or texts you good night.
It’s that point in your life when he stops doing all those things with you as you realize that he’s already found someone else to spend his time with just as how he used to spend it with you.
You see, the devil doesn’t always look as bad. He doesn’t always have horns, or fangs, or a tail. Most of the time, he looks exactly how you’d picture an angel to be.
One thing that I am continuously learning from my relationship is that it is always better to love with your whole heart than to contain your feelings as if they are your own prisoner.
I know it’s difficult to openly express your feelings for someone and be transparent with them as it may seem like you’re setting yourself up for getting your heart broken, but when you come to think of it (and do think of it), you might end up breaking it, too, when you keep bottling up your feelings.
I always tend to overthink things and loving someone whole-heartedly without any constraints or reservations is an ongoing process for me — but with the right person, it is worth taking the risk.
So, go on with the process of setting aside your fears. You’ll be surprised how easy and natural it feels to show your person how much you love them.
And if you still get your heart broken in the end, at least you know you’ve done your part and, I think, that’s what’s important — that will always be enough.