A Speck of Hue

No matter how many times this world makes you feel so small, always remember that the picture will never ever be the same beautiful again, without you. You’re the speck of hue making it colorful, spectacular, and vibrant.

Dear Self,

I know how much you feel so small in this world made bigger by the judgmental society. I know how much you have been trying to appear gigantic just to let your voice be heard by the people who are all pretending to listen. Trust me, I know that for so many times, you wished to disappear and tried to erase yourself from the scene for ever, because it’s all too much for you to bear, and that none of your love or effort seems to matter.

But here’s something you should always and always remember:

Yes. You’re small. But you have a heart way bigger than this world. You’re small but you have big and towering dreams. Your voice may be too soft for them to hear now, soon or someday you will be heard. And it will be loud and echoing. Don’t stop loving and making things happen, because I assure you, in the end, it will pay off.

No matter how many times this world makes you feel so small, always remember that the picture will never ever be the same beautiful again, without you. You’re the speck of hue making it colorful, spectacular, and vibrant.

So smile now, little lady. Great adventures wait ahead. The best days are yet to come.

Love,

Melowin| Tiny Daffodil|Note to Self

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To The Girl Who Thinks She’s Never Good Enough

Sometimes, one can only love as skin-deep, and does not appreciate when you do or give more than what is enough.

So you met this guy who unexpectedly turned your world upside down. You were two strangers bound to be friends, until he asked you out. In between phase of getting to know each other some more, you realized that he’s the guy holding the string of your heart. You felt the special connectedness with him – like elements that make up a perfect chemistry. Continue reading “To The Girl Who Thinks She’s Never Good Enough”

To The Boy Who Had My Young Heart

You were my first love,

love in its innocent form

You remind me of cotton candy swirl,

of dragonflies, of airplanes made of paper.


You were my first love,

love that didn’t require anything

I loved you, and it did not matter

if you loved me the same.


Continue reading “To The Boy Who Had My Young Heart”

Wishes



I wish that you have the courage to speak your truth;

Instead of writing sad lines of poesy


I wish you could just be anything but happy;

And smile

without sad eyes in contradiction


I wish that you could tell how and what you feel—

Share your hurts constantly maiming your life;

Instead of pen and paper as your confidant


I wish you could just succumb

With that feeling of thousand butterflies fluttering inside

Not the stinging pain

you almost feel – every time.



 

Change

Change is essential to people. It’s part of the growing up process. We change as we grow, we grow as we change. And in life sometimes, we have to go through bittersweet changes to say we’ve grown a lot or a little.



Change is the only thing constantcliché. But all along, has proven its verity.

Change is essential to people.  It’s part of the growing up process. We change as we grow, we grow as we change. And in life sometimes, we have to go through bittersweet changes to say we’ve grown a lot or a little.

I grow up seeing through the inevitability of changes in people’s lives and things that revolve around them. I have seen people change as time passed by – how they look, how they act, how things in between became different.

I have seen in my life how changes slowly revealed both its essence and its ugly truth. There were changes that I was grateful for, and there were also changes that I had to painfully go through before I was able to accept it.

Changes, like seeing the people closest to my heart slowly moved away truly hurt. Like how I got used to being my aunts and uncles favorite niece, until they started having kids and family and they rarely notice me nowadays; how I watched a dear cousin cried when he found out that his family was breaking apart and his parents were not getting back together. And though it didn’t happen to me directly, I was so affected. Because it hurts to see the people you love go through such harsh changes, affecting their lives.

As I grow up, I grew apart from the people I thought I’m inseparable with. Like how I and my best friend since childhood grew distant. We were thick as thieves when we were younger. Until we study in two different Universities and met new friends, and she let go of what I thought was unbreakable friendship. And that hurt me a lot. It was even more painful than the first heartbreak I had, to be honest.

You know that I shed a lot of tears looking back in my life, and see how much things have changed and how many people I have lost – not in the literal sense. Sometimes, I still wish to go back to the old days, and have back the old people I once knew because I miss them so much. I went through a lot of kissing and mending my broken heart because of these changes. But I went through it somehow.

Things are completely different now, but I am learning to accept things as they are and what they are becoming. I have to embrace the changes in my life and changes around me. I need to grow; I have to grow. And for me to grow, I must allow and accept changes.



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Thank you for reading!

xoxo,

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Wonderwall



Sometimes, the saddest stories are not the ones you read in a morning newspaper – telling someone’s dearest passed away. It’s not the different stories of brokenhearted girls – weeping about their failing relationship of two, four, eight years. It’s not the stories from array of books in a dusty corner written by sad authors. Continue reading “Wonderwall”