Always there...

Song post!

"Here, there and everywhere-The Beatles"

Yesterday when I looked into your eyes I realized something: I am scared.

I am who I am, just that. 

I am scared of what will happen when you get to know me "completely" and when the mistery I´ve never had dissapears.

What if I bore you? What if you get tired of my simpleness and gullibility? What if all of a sudden there is nothing interesting I could say or do? 

What if the spark I´ve never really had goes away?

I am scared even when I should not be worrying about it. You make it so hard for people like us to fit in because we´re never going to be smarter that you and yet as if you were not aware of it, you look at us with such charming eyes and make us long to stay there forever... I wonder, is that even possible?

7 facts about me

ABOUT ME

1. Im a pianist and a writer

2. I wanted to be a fly when I was little

3. I´d like to have 3 kids

4. I always wanted to be 17

5. My eyes always water easily

6. I hate eating the 12 grapes in New Year

7. I hate mango

Thanks Jingle and Krislin Neo, Ting

Best friends

How can I explain to you how much do you mean to me?

Maybe give you a letter, maybe write you a poem, maybe sing you a song...

I can do a lot of things, you know?

But no songs and no words are enough to thank you, they are not enough to describe you...

Like I once told you: there are no words to describe things from outter space.

So the thing is, you´re incredibly marvelous... I am so thankful to God for giving me the honor to be your friend, to know that you care about me and to be able to take care of you and of your heart. Thank God for your life, because, in more ways than you may know, you changed mine...

You were there...

I was supposed to meet him at the bus station, but he was still a station away, so I took my book out of my bag and started to read. It had been a while since I last read that book, so I couldn`t remember where I was.

It took me some seconds to reach the last line I could recall reading, "Love was far too close, or very distant, we no longer knew it, it had to happen some day, not to know".

So there I was, reading Emily L. and waiting. My back on the wall and a man standing very close to me. I moved, I hate being observed. I didn´t look at him but I turned around and walked a few steps away from him. But then I stopped. It was quite hard to believe... it couldn´t be you and it wasn´t you, but somehow you were present. I caught that scent... it was so slight and yet so powerful that it forced me to return to the place I walked away from... In front of me, waiting for the bus, was some guy. I could not see his face, and to be honest, I didn´t care about his face. I just smelled him from the far. He smells a little bit like you. He probably wears the same lotion as you do.

He´s not you but I don`t mind, that stranger brought me closer to you today...

You were there.