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 "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the beautiful Lilianne Ezperanza!"

Breathe in, breathe out. After seven long years of hiding, this is my big reveal.
Seven long years of repairing, recovering my lost self. Seven years of rebuilding, reshaping my life. It's amazing really, how five months ruined me, everything I believed in, and everyone I cared for. Five months that had to be reversed by seven years.
I walked out, with my carefully perfected catwalk. I was greeted by flashing lights, by applause. I smiled, nodded at the familiar faces. I was presented with a bouquet of flowers, and smiled my perfect smile, my smile reaching my eyes for the first time in a long time. I looked around, and recognized the movement.
My smile wavered for a bit, but my steely composure will never shatter now. Sure, I remember everything, every word, every action, every single second. But I'm happy to say that I'm over everything now. Honestly, I realize with relief.
I smiled brighter, even laughing with joy.. Real joy this time. With a final wave to my adoring audience, I turn, and go back to the dressing rooms to prepare for the interviews. I glanced back once, and met his eyes.
Those clear brown eyes I know all too well. I've seen anger, lust, love, sadness, and insanity in those eyes. I've stared into those eyes pleading for salvation, for an end to everything, but I never got any. I remembered the early moments that led me to believe I was in love with someone who finally cared. Someone who actually took the time to understand me, to know me, to memorize every single detail of me.
Those eyes showed me that I can be free, that I can be happy and the world didn't end. He was my savior from all the creatures under my bed, the monsters inside my head. The one who can make the skeletons in the closet vanish. I can stare into those eyes and say what I want, when I want without any reservations and without fear of being judged.
Sadly, those same eyes were the eyes I stared into while the one who owns them.. I shook myself from the recollections. I promised myself that I would never think of these messages ever again. Not today, not ever. This is all in the past now. I'm over everything that has happened. I have forgiven, I have not forgotten, but I will no longer remember.
I break the eye contact, close my eyes and breathe in, and breathe out. I will be okay. I am okay.
I have moved on.
Inspired by: Unlove You - KZ Tandingan

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by on April 10, 2016
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 SHE WILL BE LOVED

by: sixteenblueraindrops.       Jordan Alex San Gabriel -          Partner ko sa kalokohan. Matangkad, gwapo, matalino. Crush ng campus. Musikero. Bestfriend ko ever since first year high school kahit na hindi kami nagpapansinan nung elementary kami. Palibhasa kase tabatchoy na suplado pa. at choosy! Kaya daw di nia ko pinapnsin kase di ko xa pinapansin! Ay, ma-pride si kuya! Primary confidante ko pagdating sa mga reklamo ko sa buhay ko. Boyfriend ko daww??!!   Raven Czamantha Altavista -          Nag-iisang nerd na kilala ko na halimaw sa gitara. Kla mo tatahi-tahimik pero napakagaaling sa music at halimaw nga sa gitara. Maloko rin at feeling close sa lahat ng tao. Plus points na lang yung madali s’yang ayain sa galan at wala masydong arte sa ktawan… I mean, binabagay nia ung arte nia. Maituturing na rin bestfriend ko kahit hindi naman talaga ako nagbebestfriend. Kinaiinisan ng mga babae sa school sa di malamang kadahilanan.     He was always there to help her she always belonged to someone else…   I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door…   Tap on your window, knock on my door I wanna make you feel beautiful…   My heart id and my door’s always open you come anytime you want…   I don’t mind spending everyday… Out on you corner in the pouring rain… Look for the girl with the broken smile… Ask her if she wants to stay a while…   And she will be loved…   She will be loved…
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 No one expected their friendship to last this long. Not with the endless arguments, fights, disagreements and debates that peppered their daily lives. They fought day in, day out, in private and in public. Still, they never stayed angry with each other, well, maybe for a couple of times, but even those times didn't last long enough for their friendship to falter.

  He was a few inches taller than her, enough for him to look down on her during their banters and enough for her to trick him into doing things that she can do herself. He was goodlooking, intelligent, authoritive and just a tad bit moody. He was perfect balance of good and bad, tough and soft. Boyfriend material, as most girls would say.   She was tall for her age, but not tall enough to intimidate boys or short enough to be intimidated. She was average looking but not easily forgotten, smart, bossy and practical. She was always the comforter, the adviser, the one who'll listen. Always there when needed, like a mother. That's what they call her. The sister, the bestfriend, the mother.    They have compatibility issues. They fight. They disagree. They swear and curse each other into oblivion, and everytime this happens, everyone expects one of them to walk away, ignore the other and just end it then and there. No more apologies, no more fights, no more debates on which singer sang the song better. Peace, after years of endless arguments that put lawyers to shame.   But when people weren’t expecting them to end their friendship, they were expecting them to officially become an item. It was obvious from the way they looked at each other that their feelings ran much deeper than friendship; they just didn’t know how the other felt.   Until a day, a game, a dare.    They were sitting beside each other, with friends on each side, creating a full circle. A bottle half-full of vodka spinned in the dead middle and everyone breathlessly waited for it to stop. They have agreed that the person that the bottle points to needs to reveal their most hidden secret or drink the whatever is in the bottle straight up because that's what teenagers do.    Finally, the bottle stopped, and pointed to her. Immediately, she reached for the bottle and started to open it. Before she even took a sip, he said in a loud voice,   "There's this girl who annoys the hell out of me. She contradicts me, laughs when I'm wrong, smirks at me and makes everything a contest between the two of us. She's the only one who dares defy me, the only one who dares post mean and embarassing pictures of me on her Facebook Wall. I told her once to get out of my way and she blocked every escape, never letting herself out of my sight. She said she wants me dead. She said she doesn't want anything to do with me and I hate her for it. I hate her because she's the only one who can make me smile, make me laugh, and make me conscious of everything I do, for fear that she might not like it. I hate her because she made me buy a bottle of cologne just because she said she liked the smell of it. I hate her because everytime I look in her eyes, I can't help but accept her apologies or say sorry. I hate her because I can't make her cry or even shed a tear. I hate her because she makes me do things I don't normally do, wait for her text or call. I hate her because just when I thought I already know her inside out, she surprises me with things I never expected hyer to say or do. I hate her because I love her."   He then turned around and faced her.   "I love you!" he yelled. "Do you hear me?! I love you!"   She smiled softly at him. “Is this a dream?” she asked quietly.   “I hope not,” he replied, and kissed her.   And just like that, they crossed that thin, thin line in the next stage of their relationship.

Kiss

by on August 08, 2011
  No one expected their friendship to last this long. Not with the endless arguments, fights, disagreements and debates that peppered their ...
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A/N: I highly recommend listening to Kanlungan by Noel Cabangon and Awake by Secondhand Serenade while reading this. Yun kasi ung pinapakinggan ko habang nagsusulat. Nye nye. ;D

Pero try nio. ;)

KANLUNGAN

AWAKE

Tsaka nga pala, kapag naka-black, ibig sabihin unimportant characters. Tambay sa kanto, kumbaga. XD
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 Three: Tell me what's wrong

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Pagpunta ko sa room nila Astrid, nakita ko sya na nagpapaturo kay Denver.

“Oi! Gerardo! Napunta ka ditto?”

“Uh, dahil nandito yung gitara ko?”

“Ay, oo nga pala. Kukunin mo na? ;D”

“Hinde hinde ibibigay.”

“Ang pilosopo mo.”

“Close tayo?”

“Hinde hinde ang layo mo kaya.”

“Yan. Nakahanap ka ng katapat mo.”

“Ows? Katapat? Sino? SI Denver? Jusko.”

“Ang yabang mo! >:(”

“Mana mana lang yan. 8)”

“Eto na nga gitara mo! Alis na! Teritoryo ko to!”

“Baka ikaw gusto mong umalis ditto. Pinamumunuan ko to.”

“Heh! Just go away!”
Tumingin ako kay Astrid. Sinenyasan nia ko ng okay lang. Kaya huling banat na.

“Hay nako, kaya ayokong nagagawi ditto eh. Nakakalimutan kong edukadong tao nga pala ako.”

“Aba’t--”

Hindi k na narinig yung iba nia pang sinabi. Nagsuot na ko  ng earphones at saka ko kinuha yung gitara ko kay Astrid, sabay layas. Baka mapa-away pa ko.

***

Pag-uwi ko, napansin kong nakabukas ung bintana ni Gerardin. Good, nakauwi na sya. Hinatid siguro ni Lance. Bait talaga nung lalaki na un kahit sabihin na ‘Resident Bad Boy’. Marunong rumespeto ng babae.

Pero nakasara ung kurtina. Hmm. Bakit kaya? Usually bukas na bukas ung bintana nia eh, ung tipong nakikita ng kapit bahay yung pinaggagagawa nia.

Nevermind. Moody naman yung isa na yun, kaya wag na nating pansinin. Pumasok na lang ako sa bahay, diretso sa kwarto para magbaba ng gamit at magpalit ng damit. Tapos labas ulit para kumuha ng chibog habang gumagawa ng assignment.

Natural dadaanan ko yung kwarto ni Gerardin. Kaya kinatok ko na rin.

“Oi. Gusto mong kumain?”

“No.”

Wow. Ang tipid. Tska ang suplada ng dating.

“Kapatid ayos ka lang?”

“Go away.”

Ohhh..... Matindi to. Ramdam ko. Could be the connection that twins have, I’m not sure. Pero iba talaga to.

“I’m going in.”

Binuksan ko yung pinto. One thing that Gerardin never does is lock doors. Kaya madaling mabobosohan to eh.

“Oi. Ayo—What the hell happened?”

I’ve seen Gerardin cry, but I guess I’ve never seen her CRY. She looked like a freaking mess.

“Leave me alone.”

“No.”

“I said, Leave. Me. Alone.”

“Ayoko.”

Lumapit pa ko ng ilang hakbang.

“Ba’t ba ang kulit mo? Hindi ka ba nakakaintindi?”

“Ba’t ka ba ngumangawa dian? Ano bang nangyari?”

“Wala nga kase! Leave me alone!”

That’s when I knew something was really, really wrong.
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