“To The Kindest Soul I Ever Met”


To the kindest soul I ever met,

Life can be such an arduous ride. Some people get the hardest brunt of it, though. The best part of it, however, is when you find someone who really cares. And then, life can seem a bit better–only because they’re there. Continue reading “To The Kindest Soul I Ever Met”

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“To The Man I Loved And Love”


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Do you still remember me? Do you still recollect the instances we spent together? It’s been years since I’ve last spoken to you–yet, it feels like centuries ago.

We had such a beautiful relationship. Everyone thought we’d last forever. Remember how friends wouldn’t even dare sit beside us because they didn’t like sitting with two love birds who were too co-dependent on each other?

We were always together. One look–one blink and we knew what it meant. We had our own private language. We predicted a compatibility that’ll last through infinity.

In truth, I still dream about you. There are nights when I wake up with a heart, heavy with might-have-beens and a face, strewn with horrendous tears. For, how can I even forget the person who had such a hefty impact in my life? How can I forget the man who took care of my every need? How can I disregard the memories of the person who fought the whole bar just because some boy made a snide remark about me? How can I forget you who treated me like a queen?

You had to leave me for a bit. You said it was so you could save up for our future. I had no way of stopping your decision because, as always, you made the logical decisions for us. Besides, I trusted you a lot.

I had to work, as well, while you weren’t with me. I also needed to support myself and my loved ones. Yet, I never meant the distance between us to be permanent. You tried to contact me, regularly. I also tried to reach out, insistently. Until, I disappeared.

I cannot produce any worthwhile justification for why I vanished. I know that I made a grievous mistake. You see, I focused on working–on fixing my life. I had to re-learn being independent and being alone. I did all I can to be fine without you by my side.

Now, here I am, without you. I’ve been surviving on my own, not knowing what happened to you. There are days and nights when I still yearn for you. I’ve long accepted the fact that I shall never love anyone the way I loved you. I know I’ll never do.

But, I haven’t expected the excruciating longing to remain just as strong as that day I decided to leave. I believe you’re mad at me, even now. I dream of your anger–your flashing eyes and booming voice asking me why. I still wake up crying–your absence multiplied a thousandfold within my soul.

Knowing your temper, you’ve probably cursed me a million times for evanescing like that. Yet, I want you to know that I needed to do it–to stabilize my family’s situation. I needed to prioritize them that time. I hope that you’d find it in you to forgive me–maybe not today, but someday.

I’m not hoping for any kind of reunion. I know that what we had has ended for you the day I left–and that’ll haunt me for the rest of eternity. Because, I still love you–I’ll always do.

For, we can only have one shot at true love in this existence. And, woe to the person who dares to throw it away. I know–because I did.

©Diwa

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“A Cave To Forget”


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i go in search of people to rid my system of you; but each time i see a face, all i see is you. in a crowd of strangers, it’s only you, i seek–a pair of chinky eyes, a smiling mouth, a teasing glance. they simply remind me of you. will i ever find a place that won’t make me remember?

a cave.

mayhap a cave will help me forget.

©Diwa

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“To The Girl, He Loves, Next”


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“To The Girl, He Loves, Next”

When he says he loves you–please, let him know that you, also, do. Tell him–tell him, everyday. Shower him, with sweetness. If you could; then, cook for him. Buy him little gifts, to make him smile. Praise him. Encourage him. When he feels down and discouraged, pull him up. Let him know how special he is. Point out his beautiful character–his kindness, his gorgeous eyes, his intelligence. Tell him that you believe, in him–and, that you are proud, of who he is. Make him happy. When he disregards you, be patient with him. He gets preoccupied with life, as well. Above all, be there for him. Fight for your love, too. Because, he isn’t perfect. And, life–for you, both–will, surely, be tested. But, please–love him. Sometimes, he forgets to love himself, as well. Because, I cannot do these things, anymore. You are his present. I am, merely, his past. Love him, for me, too.

©Diwa

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“A Horrendous Cycle Of Existence”


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The rich are eternally in want. They are perpetually hungry. This is because they know how it feels, to have a full stomach, that they always need to have it filled up, to bursting. Yet, fullness is a humdrum reality, for them. Thus, they get bored, easily, with what they have. They always have that constant craving for something new–for something different.

The poor are in nonstop need. They are forever starving. Yet, there is a blatant variance. The destitute have never really experienced satiation. Hence, they merely look for food, in order, to survive. Sometimes, they get lucky. Most times, they remain nothing–until, death snatches them away.

–Diwa

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“To The Man Who Said He Loved Me”


Yes, I probably shouldn’t be writing this anymore. I know I should simply write you off my life and move on. You don’t deserve this letter because you don’t even deserve any of my time — you never did and you never will. I know that all too well now. Continue reading “To The Man Who Said He Loved Me”

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“Love Is Perfect: A Letter For The Man Who Hates Love Songs”


You say you don’t like listening to songs because love songs, specifically, talk about a love that isn’t real. You told me that when you were young, your parents used to like playing series of love songs using the music player at home and that these songs were those which shaped how you thought love was. As you got older, as you went from one relationship to the next, you realized that these songs that became your definition of love didn’t really compare to the love you experienced in these relationships. So for you, love songs weren’t worth listening to because they’ve let you believe in something that was actually non-existent and fake. Continue reading “Love Is Perfect: A Letter For The Man Who Hates Love Songs”

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