Hi?

Delayed Trip

I’m used to waiting, may it be with things or with people, and as a daily routine, train has been part of my transportation. Being completely aware that it will have its time to stop to wherever station I am, I patiently wait. The time of arrival matters to me. If it’s on time, there will be no problem. If not, that’s when I freak out. Technically, we should be informed whether the trip will be delayed or not.

So, what if we’re not informed? Of course, we will start asking where the train might be or what exactly happened why it’s not yet here where it’s supposed to be. It’s normal to get impatient, to be angry or to be worried about a thing we don’t know and don’t understand.

However, have you noticed? Even if people get angry about the lack of information they have, they still wait. Do you know why? It’s apparently because they know that it will still come no matter how hard the situation is. It should come because there are lots of people waiting.

Now, there is one thing I want to happen. It’s to know what exactly happened. If they can’t bring us the whole detail, at least tell us something wrong occurred and that we should calm down and wait until it arrives. Assurance, how hard is it to give? Is it easier to let us worry and be mad—be clueless? Tell me, why do you let those people wait for you when you don’t even know when to come back? Do you know how painful that is? Do you know how hard is it to wait for something you aren’t even sure of coming back, but still continues to wait because of love?

I need you to come home. I know that there are other ways to get to home, but I chose you, I choose you and I will choose you. Don’t you understand? I don’t care if this will be a delayed trip. You are my way to home. It’s just that I’m worried if you’ll still fetch me here where I am waiting—close enough to freeze out here in the dark and wither like a forgotten flower.

I don’t care if it’s a delayed trip. As long as I’m with you, there’s nothing else that matters.

I’m becoming too sweet and clingy. I hate it.

Masarap lang pala magbasa ng nakakaiyak na kwento sa Wattpad. Masakit pala talaga kapag ikaw na ‘yung nasa sitwasyong 'yun.

All she did was to be herself, and you called her monster.

I miss Ate Z. Saan na kaya siya?

Wag mong hayaang masanay ka sa pagsasabi ng okay ka lang kahit hindi naman talaga. Baka kasi pati sarili mo, mapaniwala mo na okay ka.

Wag mong gawing parang equation yung tanong na “kamusta ka” na parang 1 + 1 tapos “okay lang” yung equals 2 mo.

Wag mong pigilan ang sarili mo sa pagsasabi ng totoo mong nadarama. Hindi mo ba alam na ang sarap sa pakiramdam na umiyak? Yung tipong iyak ka lang ng iyak. Hagulgol kung hagulgol. Tapos may tao pang yayakap sa'yo, ipaparamdam kung gaano ka kamahal-mahal na tao.

Be honest to everyone. Sa mga kaibigan mo, sa pamilya mo, sa sarili mo.