i just want to re-post this story I made.. everytime i’m sad or depress i just read this. this is the best one i’ve made.. sana mainspire ulit ako para makagawa ng kasing ganda nito..
On my way to happiness I found the pieces of my broken heart. I picked them and let it slid my fingers. It fell on the clouds, the clouds died. The clouds bled. The clouds mourned. The air wept. The air told the land, it spoke of heartache and pain, he spoke of hatred and fear, of broken dreams and bent forever. The sea heard the pain and overflowed. It splashed its angst by the seawall; the waves rolled and curled of its bitterness. The depth of the water drowned every sorrow and swallowed the blackness and stillness of the soul. Then a man came from nowhere. He has a smile that can melt the sun, a hand that can hold the sea’s anger, eyes that can see through my sufferings and a mouth that can speak of truth and love. I looked as he walks towards me. He asked, "Why are you alone in this cold world?" I answered, "I’m just collecting the pieces of my broken heart." "Who broke your heart?" he replied. " A man I always loved but left me jaded", with tears in my eyes I slowly grasp the remaining pieces in my hands, held it close to my chest. He pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "Cry no more because I am the man who’ve always loved you and will love you forever." The pieces fell from my hands. I then realized, why do I need to put back my broken pieces when the love I was looking for was never broken.
