Excerpt from a story I made eons ago: Two months later, a new family rented a beautiful house near the beach. Two sisters were having a pillow fight when the older one stumbled on something hard underneath the bed. Curious of what it was, both sisters searched under the bed until they came across a diary. They looked at each other, their eyes itching to read the contents of that diary. The mysterious feel only added to the excitement of probing to the forbidden territory. For three hours, they forgot about the pillow fight, as they were absorbed in the angst and loneliness of the person who wrote the diary. From time to time, they looked at each other and sniffed while trying to ignore the lump forming in their throats. The final entry to the diary: Lyka, If I could I would have stopped loving you… If I could I would have let go of this feeling... If I could I would have stopped hoping for the love that wasn’t mine to have… There you were, so close yet I could not reach you. You never knew how much I adore you. I used to play this game of make believe in my head. You were the princess and I was the prince. You smile only for me and I held your hand. I told you I loved you and you accepted me wholeheartedly. And then I would open my eyes to see you smiling, in a daze, as if someone zapped you in a twilight zone. You were smiling... because someone else made you happy. I dreamt of being that someone someday. I dreamt of having the chance to show you I could make you that happy someday. For quite sometime, I welcomed this illness with so much grace for it has given me that special chance to be with you.. to feel your love… to allow me to show you how much you mean to me. I thought that if I could just let you see how I feel inside, you could forget the brother that I am to you and finally see who I really am… a guy who is in love with you. I have loved you with good intentions but I have loved you in vain… I thought I loved you enough not to hurt you this way… But I was wrong… I have loved you too much to be like this… desperate and wanting. Now I will have to die knowing that I have caused you pain. I’m sorry for not comforting you from the hurt I’ve put you through. I’m sorry for being the knight whose armour has stopped shining for you… I’m sorry for not protecting you from the person that I have become… I’m sorry for the person that I am. I’m sorry for not being able to tell you all these…for it is the only way I could not let you know you suffered in vain. You thought you could make me happy if you show me the love I was begging for... I thought so, too. Until I saw the sadness that never cease to appear every time I look into your eyes. Let me die carrying this pain, this guilt. For it is the only way I could soothe you from the pain I’ve caused. For it is the only way I could protect you from myself. For it is the final way i could tell you that I love you. The two sisters flipped through the remaining pages but nothing followed. They looked at each other wondering what they would do with the diary. Finally, they closed the diary and in the cover it read... The diary of Anton Rivero..... (LOBO characters) after rereading this...I have to say...confirmed.... corny talaga ako hehehe.. this will be the last of its kind...promise.
Posted on: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 15:45:47 +0000
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