Was I right about Time?

For hours I sat out, staring at nothing. I thought about her, wondering where she is right now, wondering if she healed, if I was ever right about Time.

Many years back I recall, She woke up one morning, with a note in the pit of her stomach, her heart thumping so hard she could hear it. it raced so fast she thought she’s going to die. How she convinced herself she was still alive but part of her felt like she was dead. For a moment she understood when I once cried out that my heart bled.

That day, she got to office and  so much work had piled for her to look at. She had a meeting in a short hour and she didn’t know if she was ready for it. She went to the bathroom not able to hold back her tears. For a while she wanted to sink into the floor and let it all out but she thought of all that’s waiting for her, all that’s to be done, she thought about the many people that were going to walk in and out. She didn’t have the time nor the space to cry. Her job was at a risk. She pulled together and again managed to convince herself  this was just for a while then doubt creeps in…for how long was it going to last.

I personally didn’t have the right words to tell her. I could feel her pain. I understood exactly what she’s going through.

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Look who’s living without that boy

I came across an old note I scribbled at a time in my life when I think I was heartbroken over someboy.
Reading through the note I chuckled and whispered to myself, “gosh this is silly”.

Right now I can say it was silly, but at that time when I was lying on the floor with my knees to my chin, my fingers digging into my back as I hugged my belly. At that very momment I thought I was going to die.
I thought I couldn’t live without this boy.
I recall all the sleepless nights when I felt my heart bleed, my tummy growled with hunger but I couldn’t get anything to stay down Continue reading “Look who’s living without that boy”