“Always search for both the good and bad in people. Because if you’re only looking for the bad qualities within someone, that’s all you’ll ever see in them.”

“You say I’m not your type and that you’re into her. But when put in a situation that I’m standing next to her, your eyes don’t seem to acknowledge her as much as she wish they would. Your eyes instead land of the presence of me. How oblivious of you to think that I could not see you stare at me from the corner of my eyes. It has been months and I don’t look at you like the way I used to and we don’t talk anymore, yet you still continue to stare at me whether you’re sitting behind me, diagonal from me, or right in front of me. So tell me, am I really not your type? And does she really have your heart?”

— the words I’m dying to tell you

“The eyes follow the heart. In other words, though you might not realize it, the person your eyes so effortlessly find and admire in a crowded room, is the person that has your heart.”

I sat from across the room with my group of friends and you sat on the other side with yours. We usually had our occasional eye contacts to one another. Then she came, she was one among the many that wanted your attention. I sat in silence from the other side of the room, watching her bounce her way into your circle of friends, she noticeably flirted with you as you laughed at her incoherent jokes and comments. Angered burned inside my veins as I continue to look off into the distance as the two of you continued your foreplay. She made a comment that caused you to throw your head back and laugh as she grasped the opportunity to slyly touch you. In the midst of her telling you about her all so interesting trip to Manhattan, your eyes scanned the room for mine. There I was, fuming with rage as we exchanged eye contact from a distance until she called for your attention again. She continued to talk and talk, but I could tell that you were not interested in what she was discussing, but more interested in the jealousness that took over me. I could see it, from the frequent glances and smirks you sent across to me with every phony joke she made. We were not even an item, we had never talked like that before, yet jealousness burned inside of me, and you enjoyed every bit of it.

“I found a guy that makes me want to write again.”

“I’ve never believed in this right person, wrong timing thing because to me, the right person is always timeless.”

The Moon’s Love

You’ve always told me about your obsession with the late night sky,

How the stars lay across the bleek black canvas like white dotted paint,

As the moon stood for all to see,

I remember that night when you had no complaints,

You sat amongst the ruins with your head towards the moon,

And you asked, “Why is the moon so lonely?” on that very day,

And I could only utter out a small answer to your lingering question,

“Maybe its lover is too far away?”

You looked at me with confusion smothered all over your face,

“But why is there distance when there is love?”

The moon doesn’t see the sun often but it still loves the same,

That kind of love is, well–hard to get rid of,

Because distance doesn’t always break people up,

Distance teaches people patience and trust,

And without all of that,

The moon and the sun’s love would just be stardust.

~ heart2heartwritings