That kind of loving

I found sadness creeping up on me as I watched the fireworks bloom from the Bel field, where strangers and friends are probably looking at the same spectacle, or better yet, searching the crowd for the a familiar heartbreak.

Words can only get me so far.

Senior friends, I will miss you.

Lalung-lalo ka na.

Oooo, IKAW!

<3>The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in our head to no more that living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear. [from 'The Body' by Stephen King.]

Kung ganun, sige, hindi ko na lang sasabihin. :)