the Song

As i drive along diliman a not-quite-old song was playing inside my car.
I rememberd my highschool days. Its like the memries are all coming back.
But no one special reminds me of this song.
On the contrary, I remember Vanna who i really miss so much.

God must have spent a little more time on you
by Nsync

Can this be true?
Tell me, can this be real?
How can I put into words what I feel?
My life was complete
I thought I was whole
Why do I feel like I'm losing control?
Never thought that love could feel like this
And you changed my world with just one kiss
How can it be that right here with me
There's an angel?It's a miracle

Your love is like a river, peaceful and deep
Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep
When I look into your eyes I know that it's true
God must have spent a little more time on you

In all of creationAll things great and small
You are the one that surpasses them all
More precious than
Any diamond or pearl
They broke the mold
When you came into this world
And I'm trying hard to figure out
Just how I ever did without
The warmth of your smile
The heart of a child
That's deep insideLeaves me purified

Your love is like a river, peaceful and deep
Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep
When I look into your eyes I know that it's true
God must have spent a little more time on you
Never thought that love could feel like this
And you changed my world with just one kiss
How can it be that right here with me,
There's an angel?It's a miracle

Your love is like a river, peaceful and deep
Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep
When I look into your eyes I know that it's true
God must have spent a little more time on you

God must have spent a little more time on you


---> I havent text her since monday.
Please dont ask why.
Well, I became insane that day that i sent i love yous and so on and so forth. As early as 2am in the morning.
I dont know what to do.
Im ashamed of what i did.
Then i heard this song playing.

Wala lang. Sigh.

I was writing a short paragraph for my law subject about the obligation of debtor to the creditor when i saw a pretty paper in my desk.
I reached out for my pen and wrote in longhand:

Vanna,

If I die today, would you even care?

I looked at the paper over and over again. Deep inside I feel, I don’t want to know the answer. I tore it in two and went back to work.

Sigh.