-Missin’

Silly, LITTLE THINGS remind me of you…
I’m stuck in the middle of a TRAFFIC JAM, and I remember your FACE.
I’m amid a BUSY and NOISY crowd, and I HEAR YOUR VOICE.
I pass by an antiquated perfume store, and I remember how INTOXICATING your own scent is.
Sometimes, I’m stuck in the middle of the day—-among the stupid confines of the TIME and DISTANCE between us—-and it hits me how much I CRAVE for your presence.
Tears would unknowingly flood my eyes before I even realized you’re somewhere FAR… far enough for me to SEE, or SMELL, or HOLD.
I miss you…
Every single second it takes for me to breath, I MISS YOU.

-Guilt, Dilemma

I couldn’t go to sleep last night. Despite having an early calltime, my eyes refused to shut after we said our goodnights.
I was feeling guilty over the fact that I could not accompany him on Thursday night. I am well aware of the fact too that he would be celebrating his birthday on the midnight of June 12.
I want to be there… So much that it actually pains me to say I can’t. I know I’m not suppose to dramatize the whole thing, but I hate not being there when he asked me to. Yes, even in simple things as buying a wedding gift for his cousin.
Yet, Thursday night is a big conflict. I earlier promised Kristia I’d be with them (her, Amor and Zle). And also, Amor just arrived from Italy and we haven’t had the chance to see each other. Kristia also is having troubles with work lately, making it extra difficult for me to break engagements with her. She needs a break more than I do. Plus, she has always been there for family occasions, ups, downs, etc. I don’t have the heart to postpone our planned dinner since she even cancelled a family thing for us. *sigh*
So now, with less than four hours of sleep, I have to push myself to a 9:45 Comelec press con then a 10:30 DOLE briefing. I don’t have enough energy to last me until later so maybe I can just go home after submitting stories.
I wish I can stop pleasing everybody. It’s hard for me trying to bend over backwards always.