Quill-driver

i remember you when i pass by the streets we used to frequent. i sometimes stop on my tracks each time i smell your perfume from a random stranger. and when i hear someone who sounds like you, i turn around, expecting to meet your eyes in a crowded street.

i’ve gotten so used to your presence, that i feel it even when you’re not with me. i’ve grown accustomed to your whole being, that i refuse to absorb the fact that we’ve already gone so far from where we used to be.

my friends tell me one can never forget someone they have unfinished business with.

but i say… it’s not the unfinished business that makes them unforgettable but the ghost of all the things you wished had happened—the what ifs, the daydreams—all the unspoken feelings. you can never forget someone who gave you everything—all that you needed and more—then fate plays its card and separates you two.

—quill-driver

"may you find someone who'll protect you like their life depends on it;
someone who will shield you from all the negativities life thrusts at you,
the one person who'll never leave your side but
walk with you through it all...

just like how the moon loves the earth—
with its craters as proof and evidence
of her love for our world."

—quill-driver
Photo: NASA

"but oh, i should've known that time has always been a thief—
taking everything and everyone we ever hold dear."

—quill-driver

"when the one who swore to love me forever
falls out of love with me—what happens then?"

“how could you say that it’s love? maybe it’s just attraction or infatuation, no?”

“i have no idea when exactly it started, but… one day, i just found myself feeling relieved whenever i see his face.

it’s like, after days of continuous hustling and problem-solving, everything in me just shuts down and relaxes—it’s like my body knows that with him, i can finally stop thinking and just… be.

as if unknowingly, my whole being just agrees that with him, i’m safe—safe to put my walls down, be unguarded, and just be me.

i knew it was love when nothing felt performative between us. i knew it wasn’t just ‘attraction’, when i found myself relishing in the fact that he sees and hears me—without begging him to.”