Missing you

I shall miss loving you..

I shall miss the comfort of your embrace.

I shall miss the loneliness of waiting for your words that never came

I shall miss my shock-absorber, the ardent listener of all my complains in the world.


I shall miss those silly winking eyes at me whenever you get on my nerves, those eyes which only belonged to me and only looked uniquely passionate at me, something I know I can never find in anyone else in the world.

I shall miss the oh-so-early 5Am greeting (which practically served as my alarm clock..), the breakfast-lunch-dinner meal patrol so for me ton not suffer my ulcer again..

I shall miss that disapproving and unexcited look on your face when I get on my bus ride home.

I shall miss our ‘bible study’ conversations and the annoying feeling of you being a mediator in everything, not to mention those ‘psalm’-ic words of wisdom you lecture me of, which in turn, comprised the strong foundation of my point of view now.

I shall miss the princess-like pampering, your tireless effort just to make me fell comfortable, and your almost nerve-breaking plugging on the electric fan as if you’re going after the ticking of the clock before a mosquito lands on my delicate skin.

I shall miss your house, wherein you toured me around as you enthusiastically narrated to me every story of your childhood, then grinning silently at yourself after every end of each memory you delightfully recall.

I shall miss your habitual silent murmuring of prayers as if every hour of the day is 6PM Angelus.

I shall miss your ‘paglalambing’ messages at the end of every text message, which had never failed to make me smile, even at the midst of Ms. Dematera’s igniting temper.

I shall miss the shrill feeling when you first spoke my name.

I shall miss the joys of your coming, and the pains of your going.

I shall miss my father, my brother, my adviser, my constant charmer, my defender, my savior, my aphrodisiac, my lover, my bestfriend.

I shall miss you, my sweetest