How could time be so precious when it only runs to make a day disappear?

I came back to our school and found him nowhere. Went to the basketball court but only his teammates were there. I strolled along the park and I still couldn’t find him. Why can’t I see even a glimpse of him?

He’s gone, and time has decided. No matter how long I’ll search, only memories of him are there. There’s no him that I would find. No him for me to come back?

I should have valued time and made him stay so that our time shouldn’t have disappeared.

I miss an old place. A place where I grew up and learned the ABC’s and 123’s. I couldn’t forget those times when I got Corrective Action Notices and served my punishments by cleaning monoblocks and even doing the hard labor, along with my friends and classmates.

There were unforgettable moments when we were called to the office to have some serious chit chat with the principal. And I couldn’t forget the pain of that well-known and most feared paddle. 

It was a place where some think it was too hard to be; an abode of rules and guidelines that should be strictly followed. Rules that have corresponding punishments for every wrongdoing. 

Though being in that place seemed hard, for me, everything about it owns a place in my heart. 

I wouldn’t learn to love others if not with this institution. I wouldn’t dream big if it didn’t educate me on aspiring greater things. I wouldn’t learn how to smile if my teachers didn’t show me how to. This place taught me more than just the ABC’s. It taught me more than mere living a life. It has showed me so much that other schools couldn’t offer.

I owe everything to this place. It showed me the true meaning of life, for without this old place, I would be just another scumbag.

Once upon a time is not what I want. Beginnings tend to become so beautiful that I’ve mistaken a frog as my prince. Perhaps kissing the wrong frog made things awful for me, hoping that he’d turn into a handsome prince. So much promises lured me into believing a new found story. 

Well, he used to be my prince, came every time I need him, hugged me when he has to. We’ve shared a lot of memories, pieces of yesterday that I’ll never forget. But no matter how I miss that frog, he’ll never come back. 

I let him swim for that golden ball. He swam too far. That deep pond didn’t let go of that frog, along with my golden ball. Too much has been done. Too much has been said. I shouldn’t have let that frog swim too deep. 

Though he isn’t my destined prince, I’ll forever miss that frog who once made me feel that I am his princess.

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Submitted by xpsycho

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Last night, I had a conversation with my mentor for almost 13 years. We only talked over the internet. We chat about things I put myself away. It was a short chit chat, but I was moved with all those words that she said.

I can’t be a hypocrite in front of her. I can’t deny that I’ve changed. I was no longer that girl she once knew. That innocent lass who dreams of reaching heathen tribes and sharing God’s love to the world. 

I was a completely different person from the way I speak, dress, and reason out things in my mind. My present dreams don’t compliment those I’ve had before. 

She gave me verses and one really got on me. “Ye did run well; who did hinder you that ye should not obey the truth?”

There are so many walls built around me. I’ve had these barriers to separate me from the life that I had before. It has made my heart so hardened that I could not easily return. I know that I’m headed nowhere, for my journey has no destination.

I told her it was never easy like I thought it was. It was a raging battle that I always lose. I can’t stand but be a weakling in front of the enemy. I had no strength for the “battlefield” was not like the life I used to have when I was up there on the “mountain”.

For 13 years I’ve been honed to face “battles”. I’ve been taught so many things. I knew I was equipped when my time came for the “combat”. Yet when I came to the valley, I was faced with defeat. In just a few span of time, those teachings I’ve had during those 13 years were brushed off from me.

I am stuck in between. I wanted to go back but I’m being restrained. I can’t leave the life that I have. There are so many things that I have to withdraw myself from. 

The choice is mine whether I continue or stop. Still, I don’t know when I’ll find my life’s solstice. If it would be today or never.

I saw his letter neatly folded twice, like a special fairytale story…

While I was cleaning my stuff, I found an old letter. The stroke and curves of each character and symbol made me remember the owner of that old handwriting. 

I remember how he slipped that letter into my office because talking was not permitted during class hours. I remember how excited I was to read all those lines. After roughly three years, I’ve read that old letter. His promises, his reasons flashed back in my memory.

How I hate that old paper for making me wait for nothing. Yet I still keep it neatly folded back in its place, still hoping…though he left me with his letter unfolded like a tragic love story.

I’ve clearly seen his face and touched his cheeks. He even smiled at me, that one smile I once used to see…

I saw him with his friends, celebrating his birthday. I glanced at him and turned away. He blew the candles without me beside him. I can’t forget the look on his face when our eyes met. Then he continued on laughing with them and I went the other way.

I can’t forget the look on his face. The way his eyes spark made me remember everything we’ve gone through. I peeked at their place and found no one sitting around the table. Thoughts came rushing in my head. I should have gone there and talked to him.

I sat on a bench thinking everything through. The night’s silence broke off as my heart beat faster when he suddenly sat beside me.

I’ve longed to say those words I never had the chance to tell. Just as I was to speak, the alarm sounded and I woke.

I’ve clearly seen his face and touched his cheeks. He even smiled at me, that one smile I once used to see, now only appears in my dreams.