.: i HaTe tHe cOLouRs of bRuiSe :.

Sometimes, when I am sad and blue, I don’t remember what happy feels like.

I remember when I was small, the things that make me sad was when Bambi’s mother got killed, in that deer movie. Also, I didn’t like it when Lion King dad died, either. Cause, even cartoons aren’t real, i still love ‘em.

And… i will miss ‘em badly when they’re gone.

I have sub-consciously listened to the daily nagging, de-stressing confessions and found comfort in mushy conversations from you, at the end of the day. Each day arrives and we go about our daily business with these things being part of life.

The day when i waved at you from a distance. This farewell. I wish; only temporary. I now take the time to think about some of these constants; this small, seemingly unimportant gestures or events happen everyday, may somehow contribute a lot in carrying ourselves through this lil’ bumps in our lives.

Promises are kept. Trusts are built. As i light these candles in the dark, my heart melts whenever i am prompted the news of your journey.

It’s true, things have been tough, some people are simply so mean. I can always hear ‘em barking; faking it, i shed tears to myself in silence, shutting myself off from the nasty part of the world.

But some things have kept me going. Your touch from a distance. The harmonize vocals by angels called friends. The cozy home and warmth of the family, i keep coming back to at the end of the day. Don’t you worry a thing my dear, i’m doing good.

I guess we are strong enough to pick ourselves up, wiping those stains from the black and blue bruise that makes people go “ICK!”. Wishing, if only the bruise could be sky blue and pink instead, so people will say..”OOH, PRETTY!”.

I love this darned statement and memories that make me smile smile smile

“We could be thousand miles apart…
But you would always have my heart…”

P/S: Hope to hear from you soon, love!

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