***
it never lets us go, this business of unlocked knobs of closed doors.

sentences with premature punctuation;
wonderworlds in poor pixels;
fragmented iloveyous;

abstract forevers.

***

such is the chorus of the song only us knew.

like the silence that was almost always saved by whatever pathetic rap that used to blare out from your car stereo...

like those invisible red hearts written all over the moments you drove by my place after school, before gym class, in between boring afternoons and more boring nights...

like the few incidents we accidentally, helplessly held hands when i introduced you to the joys of McDonald's and the escalators of Ayala...

like the overflow of unsung truths one night when we almost made love on your mattress...

like the minute i broke the rule and chased you down the elevator for a goodbye kiss...

i long knew you didn't want us to sit down on these things. because the world is complicated and it breaks you to realize that even in shambles,

one thing always makes itself clear:

there is love

and we have ours for the most unlikely persons.




me.
and you.




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for missing bra hooks and the way their specters haunt you in all odd places, like bloody ol' facebook.