By: Patricia Baguio He was now in his late 20’s... a decade after he officially became a father. First to his son with the woman he loved and married and five more children, each as an older child with his five mistresses. Now, he lives alone. None of them, he recognized as child and wife, except his first. However, because of his infidelity, they separated. His son has been in the custody of his wife. The woman, he supposed, has a new lover. Their home is now just a house, with no one to live, no light, and no joy. He tried to get in touch with his son. The son, not knowing what his father did to his mother, kept on bridging the gap between his parents. But her mother just won’t accept it, not for the nth time. And time lapsed. And everyone got exhausted except the father who said, can’t live happier without his son. But the son disclosed that every time they see each other, her mother and grandma reprimand him. Perhaps he knew the true reason behind, but still chose to inform his father or rather, to confirm it to him. The father denied the accusations. The son was torn on whom to believe, but eventually, stopped seeing his father. His father understands. I saw this man looking at the picture of his grown up son through my Facebook account left open. He broke into tears as he noticed the surname used by his son. It was not his’ but his wife’s last name. He told me, perhaps, his son no longer recognizes him as a father. He worried more about the thought that his son hates him for what he did.
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By: Patricia Baguio One and a half hour of conversation over the phone flattered me. It was a call from a friend who used to be my special someone. He is confused with what to do with his work and his life. He asked my advice and thanked me for being understanding, witty and friendly despite everything we’ve been through. It’s as if we never had a conflict.
Hence, before we separated, I told him that perhaps we are better off as friends.As I see it now, that’s one of the best decisions I ever did in the name of love, to let go of someone whom I know will be happier with someone else. All along, I thought I was a boring, numb and insensitive lover. But to be missed this much to the point of him asking me out for so many times, him calling me this late night, him texting me more than his girlfriend, him is making me feel as the only person who can relate to him when it comes to matters involving his family and him making me feel that I am well taken care of, makes me feel I have done so much for him, that he can’t get over me. Or, can I just say, I am only assuming because of that long call? Whatever his reasons are for calling me despite his vast number of friends and contacts, I know it is something I should be happy about. But that’s all I can do, assume and be happy, nothing more. We are both committed to someone else. By: Christelle MarambaDear Me, I am writing this to let you know that I have to go. I am the reason why you think you are not worthy of being loved by someone you believe is great. I am the reason why you are so insecure about yourself. I am the reason why you hate change. Because I am the seed planted inside your head when you were just a kid, the seed planted by your mom when she told you that you need to be better because what you are now wasn’t enough. I am the reason why you hated change, I held you back from letting go all of your toxic friends growing up because I was so afraid of being alone. I was afraid that I wasn’t good enough to make new friends so I held on to those I had even when I knew they were not good for me. I was so insecure. I am so sorry for making you miss the opportunity of having better childhood friends. I have to go because I am making you miserable. I am the reason why you keep mostly to yourself, because I was so afraid to put myself out there and let others judge me freely. I would rather sit alone and listen to music all day rather than socialize because I was afraid of what other people might think of me. They might think I’m weird, a freak, and unworthy of their friendship. I am the reason why you are so unmotivated by life. I did not let you experience things that should have shown you how beautiful life is. I did not allow you to have the fun experiences a normal teenager should have had, the good ones or the bad, I forbade them all. I am so sorry I let it get this far. I am so sorry that I was so selfish, insecure and afraid. I am so sorry because now you are in a predicament, in between the life of a naive child and an adult who needs to grow up more. You lack wisdom and confidence because I did not practice them in real life. You have to let me go now because holding on to me is just going to cost you so much more. Let me go so you could start living. Let me go because I am the part of you that you do not need. I am the insecure, fearful, shy, and complacent version of you, and I am not who you really are. I just know that you could have better friends, more experiences and more will to live if you just stop holding on to me. I have to go because I am your escape from a world that you do not need escape from. The world is beautiful, and so are you. I love you. Sincerely, Your former self. By: Christelle Maramba
These are all sad truths. Choose yours. By: Christelle MarambaIt’s too easy to fall in love with you
Because... You have this cute shy smile that I hardly ever see, but when I do, it makes me smile a little bigger. You have this great sense of humor that some people do not understand, sometimes I can’t too, but I try. You have this charm that you think makes people avoid you, but in truth, it draws more people toward you. You’re the kind of person that makes me want to sing even though I know my singing voice is awful. You’re the kind of person that makes me want to draw and paint even though I know that stickmen are the limit of my abilities. You’re the kind of person that makes me want to dance even though I might injure other people while I do so. I just want to express my happiness through other things other than just smiling like a loon, because you’re the type of person that makes other people radiate with happiness even when you are not completely happy with yourself. It is so easy to fall in love with you. But I can’t. I shouldn’t. Because I know you won’t ever feel the same way. By: Joy Apostol(Photo Courtesy: pinterest.com)I am still a ten year-old only child who always wanted to play back then. I have many blurred childhood memories, but this one was as clear as the sky. I had a bestfriend that time. Perhaps, if you’ve been severely hurt by a memory and what if’s are still hunting you, forgetting will be hard as trying to remember a person you don’t really know.
By: Joy Apostol(Photo Courtesy: plopbenyco.comyr.com)If your friends are rich kids, does that mean you’re also from a rich family? Or if your friends love to drink, does that mean you’re also doing that? For me there’s nothing wrong on building friendship with those who are often called as “bad influence people".
You can’t blame a person who has that kind of friend because sometimes it’s better to talk to someone who made a lot of mistakes in their life. Why? You’ll feel free! Free to tell your deepest and darkest secrets. You are free to say what’s on your mind. It will free you from anything that prevents you from expressing yourself. You’re free to tell any of your mistakes and at the same time you are not ashamed not because the person has done something more hideous sin but because she won’t judge you like the others did. Let’s say you have this rebel friend who drinks liquor a lot, who smoke cigarette, and worse, who gambles every now and then. You can tell any secrets you have because first she’s your friend and that’s why you trust her not tell it to anybody, secondly she’s a rebel so whatever you say she might have been experienced it... knew that already, been there where you are right now, and done that thing. In short, she simply knows what you feel. You can even tell things to her like when you first made love with your boyfriend at the age of 16. She won’t judge you, she may even say that having sex with your boyfriend is a normal thing that every person who is deeply in love do. She will not take your age as a big deal and might even say “so what’s with the big fuss?”. You can say that she’s just being kind or she'll don’t think that your story is really a problem. I’m sure your family will not judge you like others, but I will not believe you if you’ll say that you can confidently tell anything to your family, friends or best friends without hesitating that they might misunderstand what you’ll say or have no fear in seeing the disappointment on their face or worst, they might change the way they think about you. Suddenly, you’ll feel thankful to that person who accepts your flaws. The thing that someone has faced a lot of heartbreaks makes you remember that you’re not the only one who’s hurting. You’re not alone. However, being consoled in the misery of others is definitely wrong but the good thing was, if they can cross that bridge, you also can do it. I didn’t want to say that it’s good thing to have a “bad influence” friend. In my opinion, it is just good having someone who knows exactly how you feel. In this world, anyone has its own scar but telling what your heart and mind desires to whoever person, it is much better than sitting alone in the corner of your room while tears streaming down your face. By: Luzmharie Solis Photo Courtesy: 8tracks.com Anestasia is a bubbly, optimistic, and friendly 15-year old girl. She doesn't care about everyone who says negative about her. You can tell by her looks she’s a rebel. Anestasia's dad died when she was only three years old. So now, the only one on her side was her mother. Mathilda is the mother of Anestia. A hard working mom, she works as a call center agent at a night and in the morning, she works as a sales lady at a mall near their house. She felt she needed more than one job because she is the only one who will raise her daughter. She gave everything that Anestasia wanted; they were not rich, but she will do everything just for her daughter. Anestasia is a girl who also wants everything that she can see on her classmates and friends, even if they are not as rich. She attends a exclusive school, an institution for the rich kids. Anestasia is a party girl just like her friends; she likes to pretend that she have everything just like them, a rich girl. She doesn't care about her mother, the only thing that matters for her is that her mother provides everything she wants. One time, she said to her mom that she wants to buy a new bag that costs of P6,500. That amount was her mother’s monthly salary as a call center agent. Because of that, her mother did her best to find some extra work just to give that money and to satisfy her daughter’s want. She skipped her meals for the day just to save money. It’s been two days that she didn't go home because she was too busy in her extra work. But then, Anestasia got angry at her because of not going home, and also for not yet giving her money. When Mathilda gave the money to her, she didn’t even say thank you, let alone smile. Anestasia bought that bag that she wanted. When she arrived home, she realized her mother had a fever but she ignored it. By that moment, her mother had a tear in her eyes. A week has passed, her mother is still sick. That moment, Anestasia gave her attention to her mother. Her mother almost can't breathe, so she rapidly brought her mother to the hospital. But, a few minutes when they arrived to the hospital, her mother died. She cried and cried and cried. She didn’t even know the reason why her mother died, because it was just a fever. Everything only became clear to her when the doctor told her that her mother has a stage 4 cancer. In that moment she realized everything and she felt regret towards everything she did to her mother. The only word that her mother say to her is that "I love you so much". By: Christelle MarambaSometimes I hate Facebook.
Not because it’s not a good site but because it just added to my heartbreak. I see that green dot beside your name, but you don’t talk to me. I see your posts, I hit like on them too, but you don’t notice me. I really really want to talk to you because you are a conversationalist. I learn a lot from you and I even learn something about myself. But you’re busy and I’m not important to you anyways. But the urge to talk to you never goes away... So I gather up my courage, I click on your chat box, I typed the words “Hi” with my heart beating wild. And all I got is a checkmark and the time. I want to pour my heart out to you and all i got is “Seen” By: Christelle MarambaA lot of people tell me that being in love is hard. It gives you headaches, it makes you jealous, it makes you suspicious, it gives you anxiety, and it could even lead you to delusion and depression. So why should we even love? Why give yourself to a person you’re not even sure would stay with you forever?
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AuthorMy name is Christelle and I like to read any kind of literary works. I will post here original works and some from other writers and I would lke to share them all with you. Enjoy! :) Archives
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