Dissidius

Some flowers sure are pretty,

Yet not one is prettier than you.

Your heavenly face, 

With those gorgeous eyes,

Holds incomparable grace

And beautiful shape and size.

Your cute little ears,

With skin so tender,

Almost make me shed the best kind of tears,

For you are the best of your gender.

Your soft round cheeks,

Too irresistible to not touch,

Make me feel better than infinite winning streaks,

Because I love them so much.

Your hair,

Incredibly long and soft,

Lucky receiver of so much care,

It shows its splendor in the air whenever you move.

Your eyes,

Those sweet, precious pearls,

Worth more than the finest diamond “ice”

Make my heart melt and my limbs curl,

Because of the joy I feel when you look at me.

Michelle Veronica de Guzman,

My sweetest angel dear,

You are an amazing human.

When I’m with you, there is nothing to fear.

Even if all Hell breaks loose,

I know I can still count on you

And that we will get through.

I have no accurate way of telling you exactly what I feel for you,

Because words can only go so far.

However, I can indeed assure you

That my feelings will never cease to grow,

For, Michelle Veronica de Guzman, I am madly in love with you.

         - From the man who loves you more than you could ever imagine,

                Fabio Luis Leon-Rosa.

(P.S.: That last verse might just be an understatement.)

Guess I’m just not good enough :D

If by ”nobody” you mean me, your family, and your friends then you’re absolutely right. We understand you. We’re always here to listen, to comfort, to console, and just be next to you. We’re here for you, Michelle, and that will never change.

I don’t know what to do anymore.

She’s mad because of old conversations (which, I admit, are really stupid), and because I hang out. I hang out with guys sometimes, and girls too, this doesn’t mean I’m cheating on her. You have no idea how much it’d mean to me if she was the one to come pick me up after school or after work, but even if I asked her, she’d say no, because she simply can’t. Even so, she means the world to me. Heck, even more than that! But she doesn’t believe me. And she’s hurting because she doesn’t know if she can trust me anymore, even though I didn’t lie to her about any of this. As for me, I feel simply fucking horrible. The one girl who made me experience love, true love; the one girl who managed to get back a side of me I tossed away long ago; the one girl who’s ever mattered so much to me; the one girl I’m willing to do anything for.. Doesn’t believe me. She doesn’t trust me anymore either. This feeling is killing me slowly.

I just don’t know what to do about this. I’ve told her the truth, but she’s not listening. Or, at least, she’s not willing to believe anything. She thinks that because she found out something about my past, that I’m not who she thought I was. I’ve changed since then, and all this time you haven’t been with the old me. You were with me, the present me. The guy who’s crying while typing this out.

And now.. I just don’t know if this is how she’ll get every time she’ll find out something about me. I don’t want us to be like this, yet it feels like there’s not much I can do.

She taught me a lot of things. About people, about the world, about God, and about myself. Love is amazing, it makes people feel like they’re on clouds, or even in space! She taught me that.

So.. Why is it I’m hurting so bad right now? Because love also hurts. And she just made me learn that.

I don’t want all of this to just up and disappear. What we have is just too great for that. But sometimes.. I don’t know if she feels the same. I’m willing to give her my heart. Call me crazy, I don’t care. Whether she decides to keep it or throw it away, it’s her call. I’m giving her my heart. Because she’s the one for me. And if she doesn’t want it, I’ll let her throw it away. I’m not even sure if feelings are good or bad. She should know. She knows I buried my emotions deep down, to not get hurt anymore, a long time ago. Finally, when they’re almost totally out of the little hiding place, I get hurt again, and I don’t know what’ll happen. That’s why I’ll entrust my emotions to her. I already know what’ll happen depending on the outcome, whether good or bad. I just hope she realizes what might happen, and how important she is to me.

I don’t want her. I don’t crave her. I fucking need her. Believe it or not. I love you.