Something about a contest.

I'm not fashion savvy.. Truth is, I know little about fashion.. And the things I know, I am unable to put into practice because to be completely honest I lack the confidence to try.. From time to time, however, I am able to pull off some nice looking outfits..

Okay so enough about that.. I'm posting this here because I decided to join a contest bye Ms. Domz Tiu.. Oh yes, I joined a contest.. I actually follow her blogs and I'm a fan of her's on Facebook.. I do this because I like reading her take on fashion and stuff as well as looking at her pretty photos.. :D

Anyway, the contest is quite simple and you can read about it on her blog, Konichiwear.. Go check it out.. :)

Well, that is all. :D

PS: GO JOIN HER CONTEST! :D

Happy Birthday

She sat waiting. He's late, as always. Her phone beeped and she read his message. He's coming, he says. She checked the things in front of her. Cupcake, candle and matches to light it with. She smiled as she waited for him. From afar, she could already spot him. Her smile widened as she lit the tiny candle.

He went straight to her side and put his arms around her. He did not even notice the cupcake with the tiny flickering candle that sat in front of her. He kissed her forehead before breaking the hug and as soon as he did, to her great surprise, he kissed her lips softly.

He stared at her as she tried to form coherent words. She couldn't think of anything clever to say, so she pointed at the cupcake and whispered, "Happy Birthday."

He smiled at her, gave her another hug and then blew out the flame. He kept staring at her, that goofy smile she loved still in place.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine." she answered, still avoiding his gaze.

"Why won't you look at me?"

"I am looking at you." she said. And as if to prove her point, she gazed into his eyes. The very eyes that saw her at her worst and still managed to look at her with love.

She loved this boy. She loved his smile. She loved how he made her heart beat fast and slow at the same time. She loved the way it feels to have his hand hold hers. She loved him, and she doesn't even need any reason for feeling that way. She just did.

He sat next to her, his hand clasped around hers. He has this habit of never letting her hand go, not unless she did it first. And even though she would often do this, he'd simply grab her hand once more. Today, however, she didn't let go. She allowed him to keep holding her hand. She loved it when he held her hand.

"So, because it's your birthday, you get three wishes." she said, smiling at him.

"Three wishes? Seriously?" he said, grinning from ear to ear. She merely nodded.

"Well," he started, "for my first wish, you have to get me a turkey!"

"A turkey?" she laughed. "Okay. I'll get you a turkey then."

"My second wish," he said as she flipped her hand over and saw the faint trace of a scar from months ago, "I wish you'd take better care of yourself."

"Your wish is supposed to be for you. Wishing for my well being isn't acceptable!"

"The wish is for me. I need you. So you have to take care of yourself for me."

She smiled at his words. He has this innate ability to make her smile and it's times like this that makes her feel even more thankful to have him in her life.

"Fine. For you, I will." she said, still smiling. "And your last wish?"

"I want you to stay with me for as long as you can. I would have said for all eternity, but I know you don't believe in that. So just stay with me while you can." he said softly, not quite meeting her gaze.

She smiled at him, her heart jumping in her chest as she said, "I already promised you that I will never leave you, I intend to keep that promise. And for you, I'll believe in eternity."

Let me let you go

Lily stood and walked to the door. She looked back at her circle of friends and said, "I'm not drunk. Stop worrying about me.

"Sure. Whatever you say Lily." they said aloud, laughing.

"I'm not drunk. Hey Rayne, come with me to the bathroom will you?" she said as she opened the door. Rayne stood up and followed her. They walked quietly into the hall. A few steps away from the room, Lily's eyes started to water.

"Tell me Rayne, honestly, do you think I'm drunk?" she asked. Her eyes filling with tears.

"Yes Lily. You're drunk. And you shouldn't drink anymore. We never should have asked you to drink." Rayne answered, smiling at her friend as they walked.

"I really love him Rayne." Lily blurted out as she stopped walking. "I love him so much."

"I know." Rayne answered.

"I'm so tired. I don't want this anymore. This is why I don't like drinking. Everytime I drink, the feeling intensifies. It's like I can feel how much I love him even more when there's alcohol in me."

"Alcohol causes your inhibitions to go away. It makes you lose your control."

"I'm so tired. I just want to let him go."

"So why don't you?"

"How am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to let him go when he's always there. I tried to stay away from him. I really did. But he wouldn't let me let him go. He came here. He went after me. Why does he keep doing this?"

"He doesn't know how yo feel. Why don't you just tell him you need space?"

"Am I supposed to just walk up to him and say 'I love you but I need space'?"

"Why not?"

"He has enough to deal with. I have enough to deal with. I don't want to make more problems for either of us."

"It's not making trouble. It's letting him know how you feel. It would be better if he knew. That way, you can have the space you need to let him go."

"I love him Rayne. I love him so much. I'd do anything for him."

"I know that."

"I want to let him go."

"Then let him go."

"HOW?!"

Rayne put her arms around her whispering words of comfort. She tried to calm Lily down. She wished she could take away Lily's pain. She wished she knew the answer to Lily's question. Not just so she can help Lily, but also so she can let go of the boy she loves as well.

How do you let go of the most important part of you?

you cant break a broken heart

she stared at the distance, waiting. A cupcake, a candle and a lighter in front of her. He was supposed to meet her about 20 minutes ago, but as usual, he's late. From her seat, she saw him. A smile slowly formed in her lips as he walked closer and closer.

"hello love." he said as he put his arms around her.

She could smell him, the scent that she missed so badly. She allowed him to take in the moment and she smiled wider when his lips touched her forehead. She was about to speak when he suddenly leaned in and kissed her lips.

She avoided his eyes while pointing towards the cupcake in front of her. A lit candle glowing on it.

"Happy birthday." she said smiling.

"Thank you love." he said as he blew out the candle.

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i miss your scent. your arms around me. the warmth of you hand. and the taste of your lips. but things are better without you here. you're done hurting me.

Sing me that song.

"I'll be your crying shoulder,

I'll be love's suicide.

I'll be better when I'm older,

I'll be the greatest fan of your life."

She looked into his eyes as he sang the words that she wanted to hear him say. She smiled at his attempt at carrying a tune. He was never a good singer and it made her happy that he's so willing to humiliate himself just to satisfy her wishes.

Words ran through her mind. She wanted to tell him so many things but she didn't know where to start. She just kept on listening to his failed attempt at singing to her. Oh how she loved this tone deaf little fool.

The words took form in her mind but her lips refused to move. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him right now, with him in front of her. She wanted him to know that he holds her heart in his hands. She wanted him to know how he makes her wish for eternity to be true. She wanted him to know that he makes her want to believe in happy endings. She wanted him to know that he, for once in her life, wanted something so selfishly. She wanted him.

The song ended and he smiled, a little embarassed. She laughed at him and he frowned.

"I don't know why you like making me sing. My voice sucks." He said.

"I know it does. But it makes me happy that you're willing to embarass yourself just for me." she answered smiling.

She kept on staring. The words slowly dissolving, her courage disappearing. She couldn't do it. She couldn't risk it. She would not allow herself to be vulnerable. And yet as she stared at his lips, wishing to kiss them once more, the words echoed in her head,

"I love you.."

Falling Faster

She sat on the ledge all alone. Her friends were having fun while fooling around. Silence and solitude were her only company. She needed no one and nothing, only time to think things through. the inevitable arrived all too soon and she felt like crying.

"How does one heal a broken heart?" she wondered.

She looked up to find someone new joined the crowd of her friends. She knew him for some time now. He smiled, she stared. Her heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second. Then another inevitable event occurred. She felt herself falling.

He is neither handsome nor smart. He seemed quite childish and immature. He's not her own version of perfection. But she loved his smile. The way he laughed. He isn't the type of person she usually liked, and yet this felt easy. Liking him felt easy.

It's a lot easier. It's a lot more convenient. Liking someone and not expecting anything. Liking someone knowing she cant have him. It's just like breathing. Simple. Easy. Breathing.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Inhale. Exhale.

She liked him. She doesn't love him. She simply, liked him. He can never replace the person that used to occupy that big gaping hole in her heart, but with him around, forgetting the hole seems a lot easier. Ignoring the pain seemed next to nothing. It's lke the hole isn't even there anymore.

She looked at him a second longer, then she smiled. Maybe, just maybe, liking him wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she needs this. Maybe liking someone else is all she needs. Maybe after all this, it will feel better. A broken plate cannot be fixed. The cracks wont disappear. But you can always buy a new plate right?

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His smile makes everything go away. I wonder if he knows the effect he has on me.

The end of a fairytale.

He held her hand as they walked. She slowed her steps to make the moment last longer. She wished for time to stand still. She smiled though she felt like crying. This moment was inevitable and it has finally come.

They reached the end of the street, his hand still clutching hers. In that very moment, she didn't know what to do. She wanted to stay. Leaving him wasn't something easy. Leaving the one you love never is, after all. But she knew this was coming. And it was time for them to part.

She clung to him for a moment. He kissed her forehead before she pulled away from the embrace. They looked at each other for a moment before softly he kissed her lips goodbye. She turned and walked away knowing that it will be a long time before she'll see him again. Tears formed behind her eyes but she pushed them away.

She took out the letter he left her.. it said the words she knew were coming, "I love you. I'm sorry." She walked on. Even the most enchanting and magical fairytale must, at some point, meet it's end. Same goes for love. No matter how true or how deep it is, it will eventually reach the final chapter.. And it will, inevitably, end.

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Nothing lasts forever. Eternity is a lie.