Pamela Rose Toyugan
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It was simpler then.
I liked you and you liked me.
That was all that mattered.
I showed you how I felt.
I was not very quick in saying things.
I haven’t changed.
My tongue still refuses to weave the words my head has spun.
You told me how you felt.
You spoke in metaphors, but my heart understood.
You said it like it was the only true thing in the world,
Like everyone was listening.
You said it with a smile.
Then you blushed.
It is a little different now.
I liked you and you liked me.
We were ten then.
That doesn’t matter now.
I tell the world how I feel now,
But I am still not very quick in saying things.
My hand writes the words that my tongue still refuses to
say.
You told her how you felt.
You didn’t speak in metaphors. It was clear.
You said it because it was true even if nobody else was
listening.
You said it with a tear,
A promise that you will be hers until the end of your days.
She blushed.
That’s what matters now.
That is what’s true.
It has been too long.
You probably don’t remember.
And I refuse to forget.
Those words are special
And words don’t lose their meanings.
Let me hold on to those words.
And when metaphors seize my heart again,
I will forget.
I will forget.
