The Last Set Of Words (Hopefully)

  To love is magical and as cliché as it sounds is actually the most surreal thing. Love chooses its music, wherein no matter how out of tune or badly it plays out it will have you dancing to it over and over again. Love may and will flourish even in the most subtle of ways or even in the most difficult situations. It greets you unexpectedly, may it be in a random concert or even as seatmates in some seminar or something. It gives you a taste of the bitter and the sweet, of the storms and the sunshines. Perhaps my perspective might be flawed, however if there is one thing that I value more than my bed then I could proudly say that it is love.

  The sweetest feeling of meeting her for the first time still remains as fresh as the bitter feeling of writing the final set of poems and essays that would always have her as its heroine. To meet her would always be a thin line between more than enough and never enough. It is more than enough because I could never imagine that I would get the privilege of writing for someone like her and at the same time to have met someone who is as perfect as this girl, I promise it would always be more than enough and it would be never enough because it is sad that I couldn't be perfect or even at least someone who deserves her, the one who will make her produce that one of a kind smile or even the person who will give her those silly jokes to laugh at.

  I don't know if she will ever have the chance to read this or not, but even though I already gave her the last set of words, sentences, and paragraphs that I could make from all the things that I may reminisce about her I know that it isn't last time that I would see her perfection. Perhaps love just happened to be a bit mischievous this time for me, providing me with someone to admire for yet hitting me with a missile of reality that I may never have her fall in love with me. Perhaps love just picked me as its test subject to see what will happen if the bland meets the perfect or perhaps love just happened to be a big fan of my poems that he gave me someone that would provide me the push to write poems again and again.  Hopefully the next time love plays with me again I do hope that it wouldn't be as unfair as this one.

  I know that I may never be for her and I accepted it. I can dwell in every heart aches and bitterness for I know that even if this had been a bad one sided admiration at the very least, I know, that  the feelings that I have for her remained true from the first poem up to the last. So sorry if I cannot write anymore for you because we both probably know that I can't keep on writing about you forever. It is not that I am tired of not getting anything in return but because of I know that you are moving forward even at this moment which is why I should also do the same. There is still a lot more to improve for me but I will try to persevere so I might at least be an above average guy (maybe start by gaining weight lol). Goodbye, perhaps this is the time when I should stop admiring you but I hope, if the things I wrote had any impact to you, that somewhere and sometime later on we will meet again; by then perhaps I am a better person who could keep you hooked to every conversation and at the very least, make you smile.

I'm sorry but thank you, for everything.