Hrmm.. today took a while to come around full circle. It's never a decent feeling to go to sleep without hear the voice of the person you love. I haven't talked to you since 6:00PM, yesterday. Today during school, you wouldn't even keep eye contact with me.. it hurt so much. Before first period, I was already prepared to leave the building. By 8:50AM I had this sick feeling in my stomach dreading to see your face. At lunch, you wouldn't even look at me. I held back my hardest from tearing up during the day. Finally we got to your house and we laid down. Things still weren't right. I broke down in your arm, tears drenching your white v-neck. We finally discussed what went wrong. Eventually, resolve was found and once and I was smiling brightly as any day, maybe more. I can't bear not talking to you for even an hour. The idea of going without your voice or texts for a day was unbearable.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
That Sick Feeling
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Forever Captured In Photo
I still get to enjoy waking up at 11AM, even though practice is starting up again. Today I woke up around then and really didn't do much..I stayed home and just chilled out watching TV and eating. I tried to redye my hair, but that kind of failed. The color only got a little darker, but it was all the same. A package came around 1:30 PM and I kind of missed it. I was too busy on the computer with headphones on, until my brother threw somthing at me to answer the door. I rushed outside, picking up the UPS sticker on our door to catch the delivery man to reclaim the package. It was from the Philippines and I asked my mom about it. She said it was pictures from her father's funeral. I got the courage to open up the package [she asked me to] and I asked my brother if he wanted to view them with me. We sat on the couch and looked at the first picture. Immediately, feelings of compassion and sadness flooded me as I saw my
Lolo laying in his coffin. The inch that produced tears was the image of my mother in mourning, forever captured in photo. It hurts me so much inside to know that. We looked through photos and we would occasionally crack jokes, pointing out little parts of the photos to keep our spirits a little bit higher, above the water.

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