Little Notes, Personal

The Charm of a Man

He opens up his arms, asking me
to come to him –
and as if I can resist him, I tried

But my feet seems to have
a mind of its own
as it brings me closer to him

Ah, he’s so warm, like he always does
– smells of fresh laundry, soap,
and something else entirely him
Face buried in his chest
as his hand wraps around my shoulders

Was he always this tall?
Or was I always really just this small?

Are you mad? he asks.

I was before you came knocking on the door,
I wanted to say

Instead I nodded and started to pull away,
– I miss his warmth
& the night suddenly felt very cold

He drops his hand at his sides
and looked at me –
a look that searches my face,
that sees through my soul,
my everything

And he walks away only to come back
An ice cream cup in one hand –
a large one, at that

A peace offering

I reached out and started to eat.
I gave him the look, still.

Inside his car, he reaches for me,
arms wrapped around my waist –
chin resting at my shoulder

Are you still mad, he whispers

I only nodded but really,
I just want the moment to last
a while longer

Then he kisses my shoulder
Arms still wrapped around my waist
Sorry, he says

But all I can think of was his stubble
against my skin as he peppers
me with sweet kisses –

Are you still mad? he reaches out,

I shook my head no –
as if I can really resist him.

He pulls me closer to him,
kisses me on the cheeks
& the forehead – lingering
more than a few seconds, that is.

I basks in the intimacy
& sweetness if it all

Ah, this one’s a precious one
a moment rare and memorable

Perhaps I can do this another time,
– stall when I’m mad and get that
one large ice cream cup,
a dozen of donuts, sweet kisses,
surprise visits, and warm hugs

– All under the night sky,
with the moon and the stars
as witness and audiences.

An hour or so of his presence,
the cold breeze of the night,
a sweet moment all together

A secret satisfaction, a delight
in my heart

And a realization that I can never
truly resist the charm of this man,

– of this man whom I’ve
been with 3 years & 7 months.

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A Tale of One Christmas Afternoon

While other people are in the comforts of their home, families, and friends on Christmas day, a woman gets out of the car at 4 o’clock in the afternoon. With a matchbox in one hand and a pot of flowers in another.

She asks her son to bring the pot of flower for her as it was heavy and she has no more strength to spare after two days of hard work.

Her son takes it from her as they start to walk the alley leading to her destination. She makes small talks with her children – commenting every now and then to some said stories.

Then, along the way, she meets Boy – the supposed caretaker of the place. Small talks, light laughter, again – side comments about the condition of the alleys every now and then.

Finally she reaches her destination and greets her husband – Hi Pa. Merry Christmas, she would say as she puts her hand on the cold concrete and lay down the matchbox beside the candles she brought.

She sits by the concrete bench a few feet beside his grave while her son puts down the pots and her daughter arrange the remaining bouquet on his flower holder – the suso  as they are called.

Candles are lit and silent prayers are said. Suddenly she says, dalawang Christmas ka na pala, Pa. Only to be corrected by her children that it’s three and not two – 2014, 2015, and 2016.

Her eyes began to water, lips forming in a thin line. He’s always watching you ma, her daughter tells her as she gets a pat on the shoulder.

Still, the wetness in her eyes never seemed to disappear until she stood up and said, let’s go.

She puts her hand one more time on top of his grave as she whisper Merry Christmas, Pa. I love you, before turning on her heel and walked.

While she walks, their children said their own Merry Christmas’ I love yous, and the promise of coming back in the New Year.

With one last glance on this visit, the three of them walked back to the car, a bittersweet recollection of years’ past Christmas celebration and the memory of the man they always thought as their own Superman.

And just like that, their Christmas celebration felt almost complete.

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Personal

Falling In Love

They say falling in love is easy, staying in love? It is a choice and a decision to make.
However, not everyone has the leisure of falling in love.
Years back, I found a different kind of love. A love that’ll make you swoon over every moment, anticipate every move and happenings, and make you want more. A love I found in words, books, and stories.
It might be hard to understand this kind of love, though. At times I, too, question myself. What do these words possess that others don’t that no matter what I do I still get sucked and stuck into their worlds?

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