because i like the person that i am everytime i am with you.
because with you around, the world becomes a better place.
because no matter how bad things are going,
you can make everything seem worth it.
because you make me laugh.
you make me smile.
you make me see life in different angles.
because we can talk about anything and everything,
and we argue,
and we disagree,
and we agree to disagree.
because of the sense of adventure you bring into my life.
because of your smile.
because of your eyes.
because of your commitment to deliver your deliverables with excellence.
because you're not perfect.
and you know i'm not.
and we're ok with it.
because of the sense of completeness in our togetherness.
because.. just because.

time does not heal a broken heart
because a heart can be stubborn.
it can hold on forever
and not listen to reason.

a broken heart does not become whole again over time.
no, sir, it doesn't.
for many a fool has lived and died
bitter, lonely and depressed.

but one thing i know is true,
it takes a willful heart to mend again
and an opennes to something new.

and a shattered heart can only heal
when the head is used to guide it.

some days your heart will be broken
some days your mind will be confused
some days your soul will be wounded
and you'd ask yourself why..

some days people will be mean
some days the world will feel like a traitor
some days your friends will disappoint you
and you'd feel like retreating to a corner.

some days will be tiring
some days will feel endless
some days will drive you nuts
and you'd feel angry and exhausted.

some days will be rainy
and the wind will blow you down..
some days will be snowy
and the snow will freeze your courage..

but notice i said "some days"
because the other days will be sunny.
you just need to hang in there
and realize it's part of life..

there is wisdom is silence
there is power in patience.
there is comfort in tears.
there is warmth in solitude.

there is something rational
about being irrational
and there is something perfect
about imperfection.

it's not about what is
nor what the society dictates.
it's about being you
and having the courage to show it.

where love comes, it never really leaves.
it stays..
it lingers..
it evolves.
it maybe less than what it used to be
but it never becomes less than a feeling of affection.

and in the coming and passing of days
no matter how far down the road we've gone
it comes up once in a while,
and paints a smile in our hearts and on our faces.

when was the last time you noticed the green of grass?
when was the last time you noticed the red of apples?
when was the last time you noticed the blue of sky?
when was the last time you heard children laughing?
when was the last time you heard the sound of crumbling dried leaves?
when was the last time you heard raindrops falling?
when was the last time you heard the chirping of birds?
when was the last time you heard your own heart beat?

when was the last time you saw a smile that reached the eyes?
when was the last time YOU gave that kind of smile?
when was the last time you laughed till you cried?
when was the last time you loved till it hurt?

when was the last time you lived?
when was the last time you really lived?

I want a flight to Beijing,
and to Florida, and to Rio.
I want a flight.
I want to flee.
I want some space.
Is there a flight to outer space?

I want to fly to Berlin,
or to Bali, or even the North Pole.
I just need an escape.
Anywhere.. as long as it's now.

Perhaps because at the very depths of my being
there is an alley of longing.

Perhaps because in the stillness of my nights
there is a raging turmoil.

Perhaps because behind every smile that cracks
there is a twinge of anguish.

Perhaps because beyond the busy agenda
there is that familiar lonely fatigue.

Perhaps because after each handshake
there is a longing for intimacy.

Perhaps because despite the trust,
there is that fear of getting hurt.

Perhaps because behind the disguise,
I'm all too aware of the truth.

there's more to a first kiss than lips touching and tasting each other.
it's the idea of mutual attraction..
of mutual desire from two individuals to connect..
to open up a part of them to the other.

it is that tiny bit of hesitation that crosses the lovers' face before that first kiss..
that cloud of longing that precedes and then eventually beats that hesitation,
and the what-da-heck attitude to just go ahead and give in..
and let the world spin on its own if it wants to, however way it wants to.

and then it's that look of amazement and wonder after that first kiss.
it's that slight look of shyness on the young lovers' face
and that absolute look of confirmation in the older lovers' expression.
it's that first smile that cracks on their faces.. a smile more articulate than words,
and more accurate than a compass.

it's that confirmation of mutual affection..
of affinity..
of an emotion that's indubitably more than friendship
but could be less than love.
that's what makes a first kiss beautiful.