Keep only what is worth keeping,
and forget what needs to be forgotten
Or so she said.
Remember. Forget.
Keep. Throw away.
Hold on. Let go.
Just like cutting weeds in the summer rain
But beware of memories for they can be tricky.
Or so she warned me.
Of course, Patricia was always concrete with her lessons to me
Being an engineer of sorts
Trained to build structures and systems
rather than feelings and emotions
Stop chasing old friendships. Nameless Lovers. Faded photographs.
Faces and places that was once important to you.
It is necessary you see -
to close doors so you can open new ones.
to close chapters so you can start another
she reminded me over and over
among the bright and blinding lights of UST campus.
And it was only when she left, I realized
that I wanted to spend my whole life with her.
That I wanted to spend an eternity with the time - keeper's daughter.
Then again eternity was never a problem with the one -
who watches over the seasons
who watches over the ever changing tide of men
who knew how wild a passionate kiss can be -
and how it can dissipate like smoke
like water
like dust
So I simply made an oath with the stars that night,
with the flickering candles and the summer rain -
to wait for patricia - my patricia
wait until her heart is ready
wait even when time and season
and the tides of men
no longer exists -
Hoping that when the all these wretchedness ceases,
I will be worthy of your love.
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