Sweet time of the year again of
flickering fantasies, roses and chocs, dreams and kisses. It’s the time when
people pop that question, like when, as if you know the answer, as if you got
some timetable working on that lil pc of mystery,, coz who could it every be?
In this shoulda coulda woulda world we’re living in?
Who’d say:
“Baby, will you be my princess?”
Coz that princess is hustling hard.
She got her hands dirty doing lots of stuff. She isn’t a princess, but a silent
laborer. No glam or fab, she’s on fire. And fire sometimes means pain, tears,
discipline, patience, perseverance, faith. To love is to serve. Your princess
is building her empire of dreams and you gotta be rocking your world too
whatever your passion is, whatever fuels you to wake up knowing you will win
and you will win. Even if you lose in my heart you will win.
I’ve come to a point when you know
it’s just cool to enjoy people, their idiosyncrasies, their thoughts, their
passion. And if he comes, not sure if there really is. But I hope he tells me
his story of how amazing his life is, and how I would help him get to the top
coz I think reaching milestones is what I breath. I hope we share that same
oxygen that fuels our souls to become alive. To be our truest selves. To be who
we truly are. Coz when we get old together, when skin’s faded, it’s about that thing
called “Beyond” what he has become. What I have become. What future we create
beyond ourselves. How magic started when we both said, “I Do.”
-Maria Krissy Domingo
God Bless Us..
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