M. L. Quezon

You have everything to give.

And all I could offer is

What is left of me.

You created the story 

Of the waiting boy

And I wrote it.

About so many chances that came.

And I chose to shrugged it.

Until a thought of it.

Was it supposed to be a gift?

So many times you give.

But I turned it down.

Turned it down again.

Hesitations because I am hesitant.

Hesitant because I wasn't brave.

I wasn't brave to trust.

Until one day while walking after work.

On a crowded streets we used to tread.

On that old gasoline station 

The old chance came again.

As what I always do.

I shrugged it off again.

Until after a block 

I turn around running as fast as I can.

I ran wishing the chance was still there.

I ran feeling like I am losing you again.

I ran just to know you are no longer there.

Chances, chances, chances,

Came and went.

Until the last never did happen.

Do you know how it's like

To finally have the courage

But it is already late.

Do you know how it's like

To finally have the guts

But your guts came too late.

I want to say it...

Even if it is too late.

I wanted you to hear it...

Even if it is already too late.

I want you to say it on my face...

Even if it is too late.

I wanted to hear it...

Even if it is already too late.

Why can't we say it?

When it's too late.

We both want to hear it.

Maybe it is never too late.

Footnotes:

Manuel L. Quezon was the first president of the Philippines and the face of the twenty peso bill that reminded me of stories about chances and how I shrugged them off until I finally got the guts but my guts came too late. Hence, the title.

Never settle on what is available

But always go for what you really want.

Remember...

You don't drink poison just because you're thirsty.

When everything has changed but not the way Savage Garden's Darren Hayes sings.. ♥️

Hang Ups

Still have Hang ups with the Netflix's Series "The One"...

So I figured  out... why not another post.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the person who takes your breath away?

…but rather, it’s the person who helps you breathe easier when times get rough.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the person you stay up all night thinking about?

…but rather, it’s the person who helps you to sleep easier knowing that they are in your life.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the person who completes you?

…but rather, it’s the person who makes you feel whole and able to be who you are when you’re by yourself.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the person who sweeps you off your feet?

…but rather, it’s the person who helps you to stay grounded, focused and determined to do the things you set out to do.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the person who totally understands you and knows everything about you?

…but rather, it’s the person who sees things that you don’t and spends the time to try to get to know more of you.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the one who brings out the best in you?

…but rather, it’s the person who helps you to discover the things about yourself that you need to change.

What if “the one” isn’t the person who gives you butterflies, or makes you feel all tingly on the inside?

…but rather, it’s the person who gives you comfort when you need it and makes you feel safe on the outside.

What if “the one” isn’t the person you’ve been waiting for all your life?

…but rather, it’s the person that’s been waiting for YOU all your life.

I won't trade my coffee

For your tea and sympathy.

I Played my hearts lament like an unrehearsed symphony

Rusty Pick-up Truck

You can always pick me up wherever you left me.

Even after a thousand years.

I have this habit of repeating the same (one) song over and over on my playlist that could go on for days and sometimes weeks and months... And never really gets tired of hearing the same song every day.

For most, it is weird.

For me, its... Loyalty 🤪

Our Story

I never wanted to collect memories and then lose the story.

There is a reason why our fate is designed to be unknown. A reason why our destiny are not revealed from the start. The reason why we can't figure out exactly the one whom we are matched.

...because it will lose the sense of magic.

Imagine if there's really that technology that could match our DNAs with our "The One", with our destiny. Then we will no longer look for others because we finally found our match. And we're sure of it. Our DNAs say so.

But what would become of our love stories?

They will all be the same.

The same stories that we found our match because our DNAs said so.

We cannot tell stories anymore because we don't own one.

We create lots of memories with our "The One" but loses the magic of falling in love. Of loving even though you're not sure if he loves you back, but you still punch the moon, jump on the edge, because you are sure that you're in love. We can no longer be brave to love because there'll be no more bets and leaps of faith.

It loses all the magic and the senses of love.

Love is fearless, it is brave, because even in the midst of not knowing and uncertainty, we choose to love and get hurt. Isn't that brave?

Love is faith, that even if you miss all the chances, you still go back to where that single chance came, hoping it will come again. Isn't that faithful?

Love is a story, different from everyone. We get our own fairy tales, we get our own forevers. We get that magic only us could ever known. A story only us could ever tell because it belongs to us. Isn't that magic?

And if one day we lose all our memories. Our story gets told. To others are just words, but to us it is a poetry.

So I never wanted to collect memories just to lose our story.