Time check its 11:15 pm.
And I'm not tired, nor sleepy nor weary.
Just done looking through my cousins latest photo form there Guimaras escapade, I'm sure as hell I wanted to be there and join them (unfortunately I'm at the opposite side of Negros island).
I am not a sentimental being, but, here i am, sitting in front of my sisters laptop and writing my thoughts down, one by one, again and again.
Out of no where a sudden idea pops out of my head. I want to write his(my bf) life's experiences, in chapters.
As he relate to me everything he's been through, I don't know how or what to react, its either to cry, to give a hearty laugh or frown. With such a young soul he was wretched to pieces to help keep sustain their family's financial needs.
He was partly sorry, happy, sad, thankful and angry.
I hope someday, I could write it down for him and the whole world to know how good he is/was.
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