Like a box of chocolate…

There
were two hearts who met in a dance.

That
moment was magical. There was a sweet song playing

there was
harmony and soon, LOVE was in the air.

They fell
in love and they started building castles in their dreams

and
promised forever with all certainty.

But ,
somewhere in the midst of the fun, they got lost in the dance,

something
went wrong but they can never do anything .

They were
just drifting away, their fortress falling apart.

There were
so many questions, but no one had an answer.

The music
stopped and then there was silence.

When we
truly love someone, we give our best effort and let that person

see the
pureness of our intention. But sometimes that person

makes us
cry and hurts us for wrong reasons.

That
someone must have loved us but he has not loved us

enough to
make him stand for what he truly felt.

Now
we are faced with the seemingly impossible task of forgetting.

We have
burdened ourselves long enough but we still can’t

get out
of this emotional trap.

Let us remember  that the more

we try to
forget someone we love the more painful letting

go with
become.

Sometimes
we never had to take that person out of our hearts at all,

for he will
always be there, no matter how hard we try to drive him away,

It isn’t
his presence that makes this difficult. It is our stubbornness to

accept
our destiny that aligns forgetting next to impossible. We keep a

cold face
but deep in our hearts, there is still that lingering hope for

reconciliation.
Somehow we still believe that we can rekindle small

embers
and relight the fire that once burned in our hearts.

These
thoughts give us hope but they also breed the seeds of loneliness

and
despair.

The only
way to forget is to accept and the only way to move on is

to look
ahead and let the footprints of the past be blown by the

wind of
time. Only then can our hearts find a partner in the dance

of life
and hopefully never get lost again.

    Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen to the echoes of our hearts. We
    all fall in love and there are times when we love so much that we lose
    ourselves in our emotions. More often than not, we wonder why there are love
    that grows, and love that grows cold. We would start to search for answers
    and try to find where love has gone wrong. But in the end, we find ourselves
    where we started for we cannot question love when it has its own reasons.
    Love will always be as it always has been….silent, mysterious and deeply
    profound.
   
    Many of us believe that love is forever, that love never dies, only to be
    disillusioned in the end when we find our hands empty and our hearts
    longing. We mistakenly have looked at love as a need to be fulfilled. But
    love is a gift given to us. We should not hold it in our hands for we may
    never find the strength to let it go when it decides to leave. We should
    only embrace its warmth and glow while it last and then freely open our arms
    when its time to say good-bye.
   
    When we fall in love, we don’t want that feeling to end for it is everything
    we are, everything we wanted to be. We pray that love will stay and grow in
    our hearts. But if it doesn’t then we should never let our lives be taken by
    it, for life should not end where heartaches begin.
   
    There is always a reason why we have to move on. When we have to say
    good-bye to the feeling we wanted to stay forever, let us not wave our hands
    with a heavy heart. For love will have to set its wings free and find the
    place where it belongs. We may have lost it but then again, when we close
    our eyes and listen to the echoes of our hearts, we will hear that feeling
    resounding silently forever.
   
    Then we’ll know that love never left us, for the good that we have become
    because of love will always stay. Love will always be there, reminding us
    that we should be thankful and happy not because we have lost love, but
    because, for once in our lives, that feeling called love lived in our hearts
    and made us happy.

When you think of your past love,
you may view
it as a failure.
But when you find a new love,
you
view the past as a teacher.
In the game of love, it

doesn’t really matter who won or who lost.
What is
important is you know when
to hold on and when
to let go!

You know you really love someone when you

want him or her to be happy, even if his or her

happiness means that you’re not part of it.

Everything happens for the best. If the person

you love doesn’t love you back, don’t be afraid to

love someone else again, for you’ll never know

unless you give it a try. You’ll never love a person

you love unless you risk for love. Love strives in hurting.
If you don’t get hurt, you don’t learn how to love.

Love doesn’t hurt all the time, though the hurting

is still there to test you and to help you grow. Don’t

find love, let love find you. That’s why it’s called

falling in love because you don’t force yourself to

fall. You just fall. You cannot finish a book without

closing its chapters. If you want to go on, then you

have to leave the past as you turn the pages.

Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won

by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which

we are always learning, discovering and growing.

The greatest irony of love is letting go when you

need to hold on and holding on when you need to

let go. We lose someone we love only when we

are destined to find someone else who can love

us even more than we can love ourselves.

On falling out of love, take some time to heal

and then get back on the horse. But don’t ever

make the same mistake of riding the same one

that threw you the first time.

To love is to risk rejections; to live is to risk

dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must
be
taken because the greatest hazard in life
is risking
nothing!

To reach for another is to risk involvement, to

expose your feelings is to expose your true self; to

love is to risk not to be loved in return.

How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be

constant but not too persistent, share and never

be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt

but never keep the pain. Love is like a knife. It can

stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images

into the soul that always last for a lifetime.

Love is supposed to be the most wonderful

feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and

strength. But sometimes the things that give you

joy can also hurt you in the end.

Loving people means giving them the freedom

that they choose to be and where they choose to

be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for

gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give

thanks, for you know, that these were the things

which helped you grow.

Loving someone means giving him the freedom

to find his way, whether it leads towards you or

away from you. Love is a painful risk to take but

the risk must be taken no matter how scary or

painful, for only then you’ll experience the fullness

of humanity and that is love.

Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire

and tear you apart. Only love can make you cry

and only love knows why. If you’re not ready to cry,

if you’re not ready to take the risk, if you’re not
ready
to feel the pain, then you’re not ready to fall
in love.

There was a time in our lives when we became

afraid to fall in love because every time we do, we
get hurt, then I figured that’s why it’s called falling
in
love. When you decide to love, allow it to grow.

When you promise to love, refuse to let it die!

Love isn’t when you can’t sleep… it’s when you want to keep your eyes  open…

Love isn’t when you keep holding on… it’s when you learn to let  go…

Love isn’t when you kill yourself with jealousy… it’s when you  understand…

Love isn’t when you see him everywhere… it’s  when you close your eyes and he is still there…

Love isn’t when you tell  him what you feel… it’s when you give everything for his sake…

And Love  isn’t when you think you were blind… it’s when you know he was wrong but you  didn’t mind!

Sumibol sa isang panahong marahas
Bawat pagsubok ay iyong hinarap
At hangga’t laya’y di pa nakakamtan
Buhay mo’y laging laan

Namumukadkad at puno ng sigla
Tulad mo’y rosas sa hardin ng digma
At di maiwasang sa’yo ay humanga
Ang tulad kong mandirigma

Ako’y nangangarap na ika’y makasama
Taglay ang pangakong iingatan kita
Ang ganda mong nahubog sa piling ng masa
Hinding-hindi kukupas, di malalanta

Ang kulay mong angkin, sintingkad ng dugo
Nagbibigay buhay sa bawat puso
Tinik mo’y sagisag ng tapang at giting
Sa langara’y kislap ng bituwin

I sat down on a hill in a sunset, when the sun was leaning on the rosy clouds its tired temple after a day of shining. I have listened in secret to the silence of a twilight melting away till transparence, while hearing remote whispers. The song of the water springs was coming from far away with long steps of shadows and flying wings were carressing my trembling eyelashes with their flight.

Maybe I wasn’t anything else than imagination, as my soul was so translucent and the thoughts so pale that I was confusing myself with the breath of the evening… and maybe the next day even the flowers would have not recognized me anymore as I was wrapped in the immateriality of my melted away thoughts… and maybe the birds as well would have stopped their flight without understanding who might call them from behind…