How can something so beautiful, so perfect, so promising, end up like flames slowly turning into dusts?
Hanggang sa muling pagtatagpo ng ating mundo.
She seemed like she was at her happiest, and not even the darkest cloud could ever take her happiness away.
She was the only one who stayed, while everyone had left.
There came a point in my life when I thought that you might be my answered prayer.
Why does it feel like our paths have not crossed at all?
It reminds me of summer afternoons.
There are some things that I would like to say, I cross my fingers and take a deep breath.
I wish you were here with me, in this late night drive under the stars.