MA Creative Writing student at UP Diliman from the Land of Buko Pies.

Also a runner, photographer, cyclist, florist, dreamer, and believer.

At my age, I have already played thousands of love songs. Some of them I favoured, some of them I sang and some of them I regarded as irrelevant. Yes, thousands of love songs, but the meaning of them all I only understood that night.
 
The darkness was abrupt, as if the earth had forced us onto its stage with the moonlight as the spotlight. The light lay on top of all God’s creation like a silver blanket and the faint glow you paraded made you the only subject of my eyes. I kissed away the remnants of ice cream on your lips as we walked into the darkness ahead. I was secure that I had you beside me. If you weren’t, I would have just stopped in my steps until the light returned. Slowly, we climbed the stairs and silently entered the room.
We lay in bed that night and as the faint light from the window outside crept its way through the glass window, through the blinds and onto your skin, I knew that I have finally realized what all those singers were singing about. I haven’t really understood a word, I realized, until that very moment when my hands ran through your face. When I looked into your eyes, my heart seemed to soar, like I finally learned how it is to fly without wings.
 
It dawned on me that all ideas I had of love were fictional, the thing of fairytales and rom-coms. Although I knew it could happen to me, I was a hopeless romantic after all, I never really anticipated it could be this grand. I have finally been brought to reality where all of my fictional compositions were only prefaces and prophecies that would find their fulfillment in you and me.
 
Further into thought, I realized now that I have been lonely for so long. I have been in the shambles of selfish love, which is really not love at all. I cared so much for myself and the things I wanted that I half-blindly trekked my path and it lead me to countless detours and sour disappointments. But somehow, the mistakes I have committed and the wrong decisions I have made have brought me to where I am now—with you, with our hearts beating as close as they could ever be.
 
We lay in bed that night and as the faint light from the window outside crept its way through the glass window, through the blinds and onto your skin, I knew that I have finally realized what all those singers were singing about. Now, I am a believer that love is you.

At my age, I have already played thousands of love songs. Some of them I favoured, some of them I sang and some of them I regarded as irrelevant. Yes, thousands of love songs, but the meaning of them all I only understood that night.

 

The darkness was abrupt, as if the earth had forced us onto its stage with the moonlight as the spotlight. The light lay on top of all God’s creation like a silver blanket and the faint glow you paraded made you the only subject of my eyes. I kissed away the remnants of ice cream on your lips as we walked into the darkness ahead. I was secure that I had you beside me. If you weren’t, I would have just stopped in my steps until the light returned. Slowly, we climbed the stairs and silently entered the room.

We lay in bed that night and as the faint light from the window outside crept its way through the glass window, through the blinds and onto your skin, I knew that I have finally realized what all those singers were singing about. I haven’t really understood a word, I realized, until that very moment when my hands ran through your face. When I looked into your eyes, my heart seemed to soar, like I finally learned how it is to fly without wings.

 

It dawned on me that all ideas I had of love were fictional, the thing of fairytales and rom-coms. Although I knew it could happen to me, I was a hopeless romantic after all, I never really anticipated it could be this grand. I have finally been brought to reality where all of my fictional compositions were only prefaces and prophecies that would find their fulfillment in you and me.

 

Further into thought, I realized now that I have been lonely for so long. I have been in the shambles of selfish love, which is really not love at all. I cared so much for myself and the things I wanted that I half-blindly trekked my path and it lead me to countless detours and sour disappointments. But somehow, the mistakes I have committed and the wrong decisions I have made have brought me to where I am now—with you, with our hearts beating as close as they could ever be.

 

We lay in bed that night and as the faint light from the window outside crept its way through the glass window, through the blinds and onto your skin, I knew that I have finally realized what all those singers were singing about. Now, I am a believer that love is you.