Things I Wish You to Tell You in Person

What's in/with you that draws an inacceptable aura of mine. That your deep eyes seem to say more than my ears can barely listened to. I mortify this longing to the answer for those. It kept me clueless in which made everything more sensible.

It is in or rather through these that made every little piece of questions easy to find the profound answers. It is you for nothing less not more than more.

There isn't a story about us that could take five pages of a bond. But it is with those memorable single minutes that made those timeless.

And so I would not bother to think why I am still clinging to these for which I thought will be easier to walk away with.

I am aware that the Philippines is not your home. Unless you take time to make it yours. But never did.

Do those differences means than I? Do the culture, language and pressure is heavier when you weight these and I over? This is not home. I should know.

It is 1624 miles to drive to remind me how Korea is far from where I am. But it is with those planes that go back and forth along the sky that makes me reminded that my hands can still touch yours.

I hope the day would come talking about the distance and compromise which I believe or rather believe alone that it would take time before we even could.

What's with you that made me closer? Am I really far from yours or was only jailed with the thought of being nearer?

I wish you would agree when I tell you that the fast phased time we spend meant more than these million seconds have been wasted.

I am hoping that an hour of yours being advance isn't long enough until we share the same clock.

L.E.