Signed, Sealed, Pending

         I was the one who asked for your ears to listen but then again, I was the one who kept my lips sealed. How fool of me. I just thought that there’s really nothing to talk about. 

          One thing to be thankful about is that nothing happened. Nothing mutual. Nothing really started. Nothing. It’s easier to move on (when in fact, there’s nothing really to move from). That’s how impulsive I am. That’s how impulsive I was for what I thought I felt. I am not sure if that was just an infatuation or I just want to deny it now that I want things to be back to normal. Best yet, maybe I just don’t want to talk about it. 

            Still he’s one of the beautiful person I’ve known. I love the way he is. I love his kindness. His eyes, his lips, I love ‘em. I don’t want to spoil the closeness that lies for all of us. We’re in a happy circle and I don’t want to ruin that.

            I realized that I am putting myself in a closed box of you when in fact, there’s a larger world for me waiting outside that box. I’ll be walking the world and thank you so much for being part of it.

Late Bloomer

          I did a lot of crazy things lately. Well, I'm not really sure if you'd call 'em crazy or maybe, I am really just a late-bloomer. It was June when I unexpectedly opened the shell of my comfort zone. July, I got out of the shell and now, I think I am ready to walk a little further.

         I am not a saint for sure. A sinner? I don't really know. Maybe if I am, then this world could be considered as hell for having us.

        I was too afraid to speak out for what I've done. As much as I can, I keep those things with myself and with my very few trusted friends but lately, it was like "the hell I care, I did this and this" just smoothly came out. Or maybe I was just with my additional trusted friends who are on the same boat and for sure, would never judge you for the things that you've done and will give you a punch in the face if you did not do some of those crazy things.

        I am loving the loop. Too late for me? Not really. I never did such crazy things until I'm 22, well, few weeks before I turned 23. These things, a lot of things or not (or for me they are a lot), I love them. I must admit, I'm on the rush of trying things now. I already finished college. I have a job. I am single. I am not too old. I am not too young. Just in the right state to lose one's mind.

         The hype is great. The people you get to know more, uh, such a great bonus. Yeah, I'm in the momentum. I am crazy. The hell I care.