unforgettable

i hate clutter and organizing my memory-filled drawer is the least thing i would wanna do. but last last night, i gave in to the call. and had my own dose of nostalgia.

a valentine rose from 6th grader fidel marco.
a thorny rose from mark.
a pink one from alpats.
a diary stagnant with details over my first illicit love.
baguio flowers handpicked by magna guy. p
ost-it notes passed during bio class.
torn tickets from unforgettable movies with unforgettable someones.
letter i got from him who was leaving for the states.
pictures which reveal i wasn't really vain. well, not much. yet.

these things paint a mystery i wouldn't choose to unravel. weave secrets i deny even to myself. they define my mess. the waterworks over what should be... but could never be. all the drama i had to spare others. the pride i left decayed.

but still, there are some things i cant tell. an unforgettable date. or night. shared under the same sky over toot and toot. this and that. not because i don't want to but because i choose not to. all backed up by a reason of not wanting that part of my life to end.
not now.
not ever.

perhaps its something close to love.
and perhaps it's something i'm. too. scared. to. say.
but i will.
perhaps.
;)