Simple Things Just Are, just as LOVE simply is.

It still fascinates me how I sometimes think people care about who I am, what I do, where I go and whom I go with. Like it’s a big deal, and that people I know and strangers alike keep an eye on everything I do. It’s crazy, I know for sure I’m not the center of the universe, yet sometimes it feels like it. Most people do, even if they admit it or not.

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self-centered post. I guess.

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It’s weird, how I’d love to do so many things, yet always caught myself in this cobwebs of cowardice and self-doubt. I’m a shirk like that.

I know it by heart that we only have one life to live and as they say, “Life is Short”, so as much as possible, I want to make the best out of my one and only ‘short’ life. Easy to say but it takes a lot of courage to have it done and fulfilled. ##

Note to self: BELIEVE. All you got to do is believe you Fag! and why always say “want to” when you can always declare (and own) “will”? Quit the sh*t will you?

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I was astonished to find you there, waiting for me too.

Well, it looked like it, but you were so distant, so cold and unfeeling. The thought of you not wanting nor yearning for me the way I always did for you made my stomach churn and left a lump in my throat.

I was down in dumps that moment, when you suddenly held and pressed my hand like it was your way of telling me “it’s ok, I like you too” and I knew it was true more than words spoken. That you were holding back for reasons, some reasons. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who’s not ready to fall in love just yet. And with that, we had a mutual understanding, not the high school-teenybopper-kind of thing, but in a deeper, more mature sense of accepting what we have.

And we were both happy with what it seemed we have.

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I knew I was dreaming, ok. Because, it’s only there that we were able to meet, like we’re not destined to be together in “this” real world and that fate or whatever it is called is playing tricks on us.

The only thing I was holding on tightly is the familiar and blissful sensation whenever I’m with you. If by chance, destiny finally favors us and we will meet in this world I belong, I’m certain that I’ll recognize you no matter what. I will feel you because I know you by heart.

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Maybe dreams do really come true. You just have to wait for the right moment to come, and seize and grab that one opportunity that comes knocking in your front door waiving and extending its arms for you to hold tight. 

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I maybe the most deranged person ever existed in my own universe. And it doesn’t really matter, or is it? This preposterous feeling of being left behind and misunderstood, it’s like a disease that slowly and masterfully spreading through every veins of my not-so-fragile body. Not all people would understand. I feel like one those of math problems we encountered in High school, easy yet always complicated.

I gave life to this quixotic world inside my head, like a paradise created in seven days, a world full of vivid colors with fairies and mermaids, flying unicorns and wishing wells, and where there is happy ever after for each and everyone who dare to believe. There, two opposite poles like heaven and hell coincide. 

 But there’s this humongous bubble of energy that kept it hidden, just so people won’t get pass through it. People outside that invisible circle I formed won’t understand the spectrum of colors and arrays of black and whites that filled me, no matter how they try. And no matter how they strive hard to get inside me.

Pop the bubble and it will burst. Just like dreams, and the undying question in my head, do they come true?

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DARREN CRISS

I wonder how does it feels like to be wrapped around your soft-muscled arms, or have your fingers intertwined with mine?  To see the stars in your eyes, like what most love songs says. I’d love to imagine you being so near, I can hear your heart beat next to mine. And I can’t wait for you to take my breath away and sweep me off my feet like of those fairy tales and romantic comedies, I’ve heard and seen. I want to experience love and being loved by you, and only you.

I wish to meet you, Mr. Prince Charming or Knight in Shining Armor or whatever, Frog Prince… but not yet - and not when I’m too old to believe in True Love. Instead, I want to meet you just as soon as the right moment comes, when I’m ready - when everything is in our hands. Tic-Toc-Tic-Toc.

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