WARNING: MAY NEED TISSUES FOR THESE:
A girl and guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle
Girl:Slow down, I'm scared!
Guy:No, this is fun.
Girl:No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.
Guy:Then tell me you pag-ibig me.
Girl:I pag-ibig you, now slow down!
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
She gives him a big hug
Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me.
In the newspaper the susunod day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she would live even if he died.
A girl and guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle
Girl:Slow down, I'm scared!
Guy:No, this is fun.
Girl:No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.
Guy:Then tell me you pag-ibig me.
Girl:I pag-ibig you, now slow down!
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
She gives him a big hug
Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me.
In the newspaper the susunod day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she would live even if he died.
I can't believe you're a pag-ibig that I've found,
I was alone in this crazy world
but you're the one who let my pag-ibig unfurl,
You're the bituin to my burst, the puso to my beat,
I can't believe we're in love, falling so deep,
We are to opposites yet the same,
I think about our pag-ibig until I go insane,
Two Nawawala souls found one another,
All that matters is that we pag-ibig each other,
I can't think our pag-ibig through
but my puso always knew
Here's what it has to say;
You're all that I want at the end of the day,
If you can see from my point of view,
All I can say is that; I pag-ibig you.
I had this bf and he was my best friend, I told him everything and kind of depended on him in a way I geuss. I don't no if he really felt the sane way, though he told me he did. We went out 4 lk 9 months then he breaks up with me. It has been 8 months since we broke up with him and I convinced myself I hate him for letting me alone. I bbt tlk to him but a couple days nakaraan he came to my work and I got all shakey. Then when I txted him tht night I got all excited when he txted me back. I xonviced myself I'm over him but idk! I think I was until I saw him. Can someone tell me what I'm feeling?
We met
Two strangers.
Knowing of pain.
And puso ach.
We met
Two people.
That crave love.
Affection.
We met.
Not inderstanding the feelings.
That are invading our souls.
The feeling that makes us smile.
We met.
We talked.
We laughed.
We understood eachother.
We met.
We fall in love.
Now a pag-ibig is found.
From two strangers.
I might not say it enough.
But I pag-ibig you.
We met.
I need you.
I crave your touch.
Your kiss.
Your arms.
I know I might never feel them.
We met.
But I dream of you.
I will be witth you in my dreams.
I do not know if you feel the same pag-ibig as me.
I hope so.
We met.
It doesnt matter.
How long it lasts.
For the hours.
We have spent.
On here.
We have Loved.
A life time.
Ok, this is a poem (not mine) that I found on Someone's pader that muhammadadil had posted:
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the tuktok of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the tuktok think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's bravo enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the tuktok of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the tuktok think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's bravo enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
