Giana Mae Licoto

I don’t mind getting lost in your eyes— the way those black holes helplessly drag me into its realms.

It almost seems as though my lifeline is wired to it. My breathing capacity is measured by the amount of lives I touch with my words. 

There is a girl I know who taught me about beauty. She stands in a crowded living room, in between sweaty bodies and blasting music— supposing, if she stands there just a tad bit longer, she’ll eventually morph into one of them. 

I watch you love music like this— mildly yet so passionately. And I wonder if you could also ever love me like this— with a feather-like touch yet with the same burning passion of a storm. 

So for the meantime, let me love you in all the ways I know how. In between all our imperfections. At the ends of all our infinities.

Love her deeply, immensely, and unforgettably.

I just want him to stay.

But most of all, you are my home.

I don’t know how or why. It wasn’t the ideal place to fall for someone but I did. 

I’m no longer the same person as before.

Call me crazy, but the prodigious feeling surging through me as I write makes it even more special when it’s about you. Because at the end of the day, you make me love what I do.

I’m sorry I showed false motives. I didn’t want us to be awkward around each other, it just happened and I’m genuinely sorry. I just wanted to be kind to you and be your friend, I didn’t know you were going to take it like that. If only we could turn back time.