I’ve been reading the novel Struck by Lightning the past days and guess what, I was genuinely moved. I can say it was truly life changing.
Chris Colfer did a great job.
If there’s one thing you need not to give up, it’s your dreams.
I knew it from the start, this wasn’t meant to be given up. This is worth the try, this is worth the wait, and this is worth raising the hope.
This is it! Thank you, Lord!
I was drowning in the delusion of memories I captured from those delightful moments of you and me. In my hand was a pen, ready to write our own love story…
But then I realized, we never happened, the whole thing about you and me. We don’t have a love story to be written, not at all.
I forgot, it was just in my delusion, it was just me creating that love story. I’m drowning too much,
I need keep my head above the water.
We started from being complete strangers before we took the same ride together. We went through the highest horizon, and deepest sea, through the bluest sky and the greenest grass. Through bliss and through hopelessness, we we’re together.
We sang the same songs, danced the same steps, laughed at the same jokes, spoke the same tune of expressions, won the same triumph, did the same mistakes and learned from the same lessons. We we’re constant in each other’s lives.
Built in us is a foundation thicker than bold and stronger than gold. It’s a zealous connection we have that even the toughest storm can’t break.
Sadly, we can never dispute the inevitable. Our ride makes its cessation.
Our lives’ whereabouts are putting us in separation. We are bound to our different directions.
But it’s everything built and created all throughout the whole ride that will never be taken away from us. It’s been a box filled with sepia toned pictures captured from vibrant memories.
Our Lady of Assumption: a section high school can never be the best without. Forever AWESOMEtion.
you did not cross my mind, you stayed in it. You’re stuck. Now I don’t know how to let you out of it.
Sometimes, it’s a good thing that you have someone to hate, reasonably. Maybe that’s the only way for you to save yourself from drowning in pain. People just doesn’t seem to care how you feel. They just can’t afford to know what sensitivity means. That’s unfair.
It’s nice that you know by yourself, who and who does not deserve your respect.
After all, you were fair to yourself. At least, you knew how to stand up by your own feet and at least, you got to know yourself a little bit more this time.
The way I look down from way up here is the way I wish time drifts me to where everything took its beginning.
I woke up this morning having that peculiar feeling deep inside. I felt that kind of heartache and it took me so long to realize what it was, and then I thought, today’s going to be a day to remember.
Out of my abrupt thoughts, I found myself in the delusion of memories. Those memories I captured where I found those perfect happiness, laughs, fun, and those good old jokes. And then I found those faces and those genuine smiles. I found those places, those events and the excitements and frights. I found those downfalls, those times of misery, those crams, those hopelessness, those sadness and those cries.
I took memory of my friends. The people who’ve become part of me. Through the years, they have played a big role of lending happiness in my life. There has been an archaic connection built between our lives. They’re the people I could not imagine life without.
I began to wonder what this day was really about, and suddenly, it occurred to me, that I was going leave something today.
I finally realized that we have come to this point of time when we march on the same aisle, step on the same carpet, sing the same song, and bid good bye to the same thing:
HIGHSCHOOL, the time of our lives, when dramas existed and when happiness lasted the longest.
And that premise in the photo above, was our cradle.
It was a roller coaster, after all. We were complete strangers before took the ride. The ride that marked a huge seal of memories in us. Now, it’s time for us to get out of the ride, and we are about to face the reality lying ahead in our own lives.
Or we could be pilgrims stuck on a long traffic. Now that the signal takes its sign, we are going to part in our whereabouts’ directions.
But it’s everything about that journey that we will never ever forget until time immemorial comes.
Highschool, will forever be in our hearts.