I was afraid that if you had loved me,
you would love me like a chore —
like all the other routines
and responsibilities you took
up so well.


— HJ

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I am afraid that you will love me
like a chore — like all the other
routines and responsibilities you
take up so well.

— HJ

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It's the memories that you do not wait for but arrive anyway. The kind that gently taps at 2 p.m. and not the type that rushes and floods your heart with undue longing at 12 a.m. The one who neither mends nor breaks.
She is coming for the glance you stole of her brown eyes, the lingering sound of her voice — a gentle melody that wraps around you like a lullaby, the smile you trace and draw in the back of your mind.
She is here for the fleeting moments — a miniscule fragments of memories she will keep stealing in your lifetime of memories, to remind you that although you wanted her to stay for coffee, She Cannot.

— HJ

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And all I knew was that you came in a time I was waiting for Love to arrive.
But as time went on, it became crystal clear that it was not Love that arrived
on that day, but a stranger that was meant to just passes through.

Why did I even stop you?




— HJ

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You would not want to be that
someone who could not move
on from you either.

So do the same for yourself.


— HJ— % &

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How frightening it is, to grasp
completely the depth and
width of how much we can
love something.
How heroic it is that we
choose to do it anyway.






—HJ— % &

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But I know one thing to be true, that is,
I love you until the night sky does not
remember us anymore, or until the stars
no longer hold moments of us under them,
or until I won't remember you anymore.

I love you until I forget you, which is never.



— HJ

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You are the dream your parents did not live,
The future they reside their past in,
Please do not waste their lives,
As you are the one with the destination,
Carry them as well.



—HJ

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But the heart is only a muscle,
and because you trained it,
it sometimes acts out its
reflexes and longs for you
whenever it remembers that
you are not here anymore.



—HJ

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Because He will

And while you look away, I just
believe that God is going to
accomplish what you fail to do,
and fix His light to your mirror.
Because you deserve it too — to
see yourself in a new setting that
exposes every bit of Love and Grace
that still resides in the dark.



—HJ

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