to lose my heart to you in all of this poems is not even enough to pacify a longing.
i wish i didn't have to control my heart.
if i could surrender, even if only for another two nights and three days,
this rain falling on my face would feel different.
if love were easy,
i would be embracing you now,
and the words of your song would be our story.
if only this place was not waiting for me after those days,
i'd want to stay drunk
and be free to kiss you, caress you,
say the things and hear the things that lovers say and do to each other.
and i could have get there...
we could have...

everytime you wander my body,
the boundary between me and the world collapse.
i want you to discover my every skin.
i would like to know how you reach this body.
and i would like to see if i do the same.

everytime you seek me,
all of the world's edges expand.
it's not about our souls,this is about our bodies.
our beings always understand each other,
even if certain dimensions do not.

everytime you need love,
all the pieces gather up.
i would like to embrace the pressure,
for the harder it is, the lighter you seem to be.
and the lighter you are, the more it is intoxicating.

from my Ultimate:

this is suppose to be the part where i say hi... Hmmm i know you've waited for this ma..
dearest penultimate.... nahhh!! too clumsy and corny.. how bout Hmmmmm.... oh well

it begins....

How can this thing be so powerful,
Powerful than all the forces i know,
Never preceded by mere pointing on by those up there..
Angels?! naahhh not really, gods and goddesses?! too much..
Let me put it in this way,
Laws and rules are being set aside for some reason,
The vision which you are into are diverted but not
only to be fooled but to be tempted to see the invisible.

sumday we will remember all these days---
--days when we found it so hard to breathe without the scents of you and me.

but as long as the wind whispers breathing, i look forward to the moment that we will lie down together like seasons wont change.

for since we knew this feeling, like the sun and the moon who struggled to redeem their universe, you and me decided to create our own infinity.

( to my ultimate, from the your penultimate)

i missed everything about us...

ill be seeing you soon
and
ill forget about everything
and
we will make the great escape.

i love you more.

--your penultimate

i will always be your thunder
and you will bring on the rain.

i love you!

-your penultimate

Nostalgia is almost killing me.

i love you. sometimes you love me too.
how could i not love the sight of those glacial almond eyes behind those breakable spectacles.

i love you. sometimes you love me too.
how could i not love the voice that kept calling out my name in those early morning of departure.

i love you. sometimes you love me too.
how could i not love rainy days---like this one--that i wish to held you in my arms as the sky behold those stars in her great palms, and kiss you again and again.

Nostalgia is almost killing me.

i wish the night, like this, never falls like the stars that never kiss the earth.
i wish to always see the sun as it breaks the untouchable horizon.

for the brightness of the heating day, the touch of the cold north wind, and the eering sounds of polychromatic noise; i seem to neglect this condemnation that spreads through my blunt hormones.

i wish an immortality of paranoia between us like the shuttered and aging love letters of a romeo-and-juliet that out-casted time to surpass mortality.

no body said it was easy;
but no one ever told me that it would be this hard to let go of people you have been with for almost four years of your college life. people whom you share mass in the morning; you share breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for the past three and a half years; people you get to see,talk, laugh, and share thoughts every second of your day.

i will always miss every moment.

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always.

Legendary basketball coach John Wooden (1988), in his book They Call Me Coach, once said, “Things turn out the best for those who make the best of the way things turn out.” From the outset of my college life, I have been challenged to make the best of every situation and surpass the limitations set before me.