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To the Bridges I Built.. By: QPVT In this life I was lucky enough to be surrounded with great people. Some I’ve met a few years back, some almost my entire life, some just months ago but still I unendingly thank God for every one of them. To live miles from your hometown with no family or with no people you’re used to have beside you is like taking Harry Potter out of Hogwarts and putting him to King’s Landing. It’s like rebuilding your life from ground zero.  True, your family and friends are just a call away, but the obvious physical distance between you and them always reminds you that THIS is something you have to figure out alone During my first few weeks, I wandered around Iligan wanting to get a tinge of familiarity from the warmth and vibrancy of my hometown but the first impression I uttered was, “I miss our fresh air in Bukidnon.” The thick smog and the hot whips of air to your face is not something I’m used to after growing up to the cold climate of m...

Our “The End” By: QPVT I have always been the biggest fan of fairytale endings. I believed in so many things with no restraints or fear that it may turn out to be just as bad as the previous heartbreaks I had.  I believed that we’d get a bubble moment to say to the other all the fearful euphoria. I imagined the things we’d do and the words I’d write when we’re in our little world. I had thought of the endearments that would kiss our mouths when we’d finally get past all these insecurities. But I guess even dreams are better off being dreams. Eyes must be opened and hopes must be killed. Life found its way of eluding dreams from coming true. Life screwed up my almost-happy-ever-after.  Once again, Life won and we didn’t. Now, being outside our storybook, I realized that I have to close the book with the impending “The End” inside it. I have to chart another course and plan out my escape plan. I’m sorry I can’t watch it with you until the credits roll. I have to d...

Bubble By: QPVT        Is there no bubble in the world that could encage us for a minute? A bubble that would block away the world’s intentions of ruining us, or ex-girlfriends who are planning their best to get back at us; Bubble that would serve as a filter from the lies and the trust issues that find its way to the weak spots in our body and eventually accumulate and burst into termites eating up what we built. I know it’s selfish to keep you for myself and I know that it won’t be possible for you are not mine to begin with but can I just please live in a hypothetical notion that in some God-given, Fairy-granted dream, I could possibly be with you inside a bubble;  Inside the bubble where no fears may infiltrate our frail hearts and where no  negativity  could penetrate our overly protective defense mechanism.                 I know I’m too naïve to believe that we’d ever get our shot or ma...

When I look at you By: QPVT           When I look at you, it’s like I’m taking my first sip of my hot café Americano. Your face is the first drop of rain after a decade of drought. Your smile is the air I first inhale when I come up from a deep long dive. Your eyes are the hurricane that continually brings me down my knees. I know, you don’t have to remind me countless times, I’m powerless over you. You are a tornado. I have to grip roughly to the things around me because your nearness pulls my body towards you like north and south poles of an electromagnetic field. Your wind whips unforgivingly and every lash of it is a tablespoon of salt being sprinkled over the wounds that tell me, You are the bigger entity that could destroy me and I’m just nothing but a victim of your massive mission for devastation.         I may be a casualty but I’m afraid I’ll be fine with it. I’ll be fine surviving with the relief goods of your af...

Our Dichotomy of Love and Hate by: QPVT        I know we never do agree. I cringe my nose at some of your infamous antics and I usually furrow my eyebrows when you raise your ideas. I yell at you for leaving the faucet on while you brush your teeth because even up to now, five years later you never get my hype on environmental conservation. You tell me that an hour to prepare for a dinner date is far too much and that I don’t have to curl my hair when I know I’m going to straighten it again the next day (As if trying to look good is a big crime). You never understood why i had to drink coffee every night and I’ll never understand why you put too much creamer on your Americano when it defeats the whole point of ordering black coffee. You sleep with your socks on (Even in a 90° summer night) and I hate it when you pull all the blankets towards you, I mean who won’t be right?  You asked why I had to sing so loud when I’m inside the shower or why I had to rea...