Love’s Reply (11/02/2006)
Your blog have done a logical story of your life that flow inexorably from your established traits. Let me react with each statements using my emotions with vulnerability to eclatic changed. “Does love really make a poet out of you?” Actually no. I’m not a writer and I’m not a poet. I usually see things objectively. I hate randomizing words while analyzing it’s mysterious literary masterpiece. “ I once thought of you as someone cold ” Yes, I am. The reason why I became cold towards you during our teenage years is because were too young that time and my parents were right. We were not yet ready to have serious relationship. Both of us needs guidance.
“Your words for me in your e-mail are so profound - too good to be true. I just hope you didn’t plagiarize it.” I never plagiarized an email letter. I only plagiarized forwarded text messages and testimonials but not personal letters.
“ I cannot fathom that great emotion flowing out of you. I know I should be flattered, but I’m feeling upset. Simply put, I cannot love you back because I don’t know anymore how to feel it.” I guess your mistaken. The feeling of love can never be known. Love itself is an outburst effect down to it’s synaptic juices that gives us reason to live. All of us are product of love. I myself became me on August 28, 1992 , the day you said, “ hindi mo alam ang sinasabi mo.”
“We have grown miles apart throughout the years. I admit I had loved you. I had loved you in my young life when my mind still had that idea of a happy ever after. But that was it. I am not young now.” Yes we have grown miles apart for many years. Both of us live indifferently but still, the admission of love remains in the limbic area of our memories. Only a single stimulus is needed to light it’s conduction. And that single stimulus ignited a biochemical reaction in our body believing in the idea of a “happy ever after.”
“Sex has become my self-expression. Sex takes the place of words. Sex takes the place of anguish. Sex takes the place of all other emotions I could feel that resemble love. You & they might regard me as just that: a sexpot, a slut” YOUR TOTALLY WRONG EDNALYN ALBERTO. It’s so happen that I know you. You’re a typical girl who will do everything to pleased the person you love. I once felt that when you had loved me before. I had that kind of feeling that you will do everything for the man you love. That you will never complain to the person you love regardless of pain that caused you. I do believed that you had done those things because of love. That you, of all the person I know is capable of expressing extraordinary love. If you could still remember the days we have been together. Every time I touched your hands, every moment I kiss your cheeks, every minute I hug you: you never complain. You never been mad at me. You never been angry with me. From the very day we have watched the movie (The Bodyguard- September 4, 1992) from that moment, I have the idea that the girl whose sitting beside me would do everything to show her affection to me. That this little girl is the representation of flawless love that every man’s desire.
Your not a pure perversion! Hitching with you will not lead to suicide! I love you and I will cherish every moment I’ve been with you. I cannot afford to hate you Ednalyn. Hating you is hating my self for letting you go. But I guess it’s your decision to make. And your decision is for me to respect.
I’ve already done my best to please you. I already swallowed my pride. I did what I believed is enough to gain your love again but it seems you have your priorities now. I do hope that our saga begins here and that we face our success together! Together as a friend. I can’t afford to loose you now, I’m in a middle of a battle where no one besides me.
Claiming that “true love never dies” have in-sighted my views that your still open to the probabilities of a relation. Let me resuscitate your dying love, a defibrillator would do (making you laugh). My love dies when you left me and my heart beats when I saw you. I already found my love; it’s in you.
