Novel & Cerita Letters To A Young Poet

-Crisanto. Marami pa ang mga maliliit na papel na iyon. Nanlalaki ang mga mata ko habang binabasa lahat ng nakasulat doon. They are communicating! May mga poems, replies to what Hermina probably wrote for him, may mga updates lang din sa buhay niya! Halos maiyak ako sa effort. This is rare. So pure. May isa pang papel na may nakaipit na bulaklak. Though it’s decayed, I knew that it’s a rose.

Your Future Love, T.E.F ... Hi Love, I decided to give you my letters. Kaya lang napakarami mo namang tagahanga sa school. Hindi na magkasya ang sobre ko sa locker mo kasi marami silang palihim na naglalagay. Kaya isa-isa ko silang ilalagay bawat araw. Special paper ang ginamit ko rito, para na rin mapansin mo. Your Future Love,

Lahat kaaway! "I know that I am conspired to be a 23-year-old who turned to be 18 again but I am no longer in danger! I am the danger! I am the threat!" At agad kong kinuha ang bow ko and I started to hit those letters who are aligned even if I am one of the spells! For the Grass—and to all. - Days: 22-24 Word of The Day: SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS

patanong na sambit ko sa kaniya. Isang tango ang ibinigay ni Dad sa akin, "A letter conveys the real intention of the sender. Kahit na sabihin pang iyon ay isang apology letter, kung hindi sincere ang nagsulat ay mararamdaman mo pa rin iyon sa paraan ng kaniyang pagkakasulat."

I cut him off with a stern command, "Shut up and just don't mind me, will you? Go, get out of my room." "Okay, have a good night, bro, and don't be a coward," he teased as he exited, leaving me to grapple with the unsettling mix of nerves and anticipation. What had possessed me to venture into uncharted territory, writing a letter for someone I couldn't help but be drawn to? Can I do this? Damn whatever get on yourself man! I can do it no matter what and whatever it takes!

Iniipon ko ang mga sulat kamay na halos araw-araw kong natatangap no'ng kolehiyo ako. Every time I'm feeling alone, even when I'm still in college I always read all the letters, and some of them are poems. It came from an unknown admirer, and her letters help me to calm down. Namamalayan ko na lang din minsan ang sarili kong nakangiti habang binabasa ang kaniyang mga sulat. I tried to catch the person who always gave a letter, but I couldn't. And slowly, I realize I am always finding this person. I want to meet her, I want to know her. I don't tell these things my friends since I haven't met her yet. Baka ano pa ang isipin nila.

Nilagyan niya nga rin ng tono, at naging kanta pa. “I wrote a note last day. I read it again, I say, ‘I’m gonna dedicate it to you, the song I’ll sing for you.’ You’re a friend of mine, but still I was blinded by this feeling. And I can’t pretend anymore, I want to be on the shore.” I giggled as I listened to him. He was strumming on my guitar as he sung the poem he wrote on the love letter. Hindi naman halatang hindi siya ganoon kamakata. Ok lang, basta may feelings.

Kahit hindi siya sigurado kung ano ang isusulat doon, pagsasama-samahin nalang niya ang ma ideya niya. “Have a great time writing poems, just remember na nandito lang ako at hinihintay kang matapos. You have until lunch.” “Lunch? May time limit din? Hindi pa ba sobra yung anim na poem?” “Yes, para sa susunod ay hindi mo na ulitin. Huwag kang mag-alala, hindi ko lang sa ‘yo gagawin ‘yan. Kaya ipamalita mo kung paano akong mag-parusa ng mga estudyanteng lumalabag sa rules ko, para matakot sila sa akin at wala ng sumuway pa sa mga utos ko.”

Kawawa naman… Pag-uwi ko sa bahay ay agad kong binuksan ang binili kong stationery. Kumuha ako nang maliit na puting card at pink na envelope kung saan ko iyon ilalagay. I took my pen and started writing my short poem for the day, my first out of the one hundred I was planning to make. Tamang-tama kung sa birthday ko ito ni Alekhine ibibigay. I considered the first one to be special to be given on his special day. I somehow know how to calligraph but I am not really skilled. Ang sabi ng mga kakilala ko ay maganda naman daw ang sulat-kamay ko. Tanging hiling ko lang ngayon ay sana magustuhan din ni Alek iyon. Sabi nila ako’y nahuhuli na

We've been chatting casually until when I'm already in my 3rd year. Kaya ayaw ko maglinis ng kwarto eh, may nakikita akong mga love letter. I saw the letters I made for him. The ones I never get to send him. The notes in my journal on how our day went by. I kept everything that I wrote for him when I was in high school. After reading all these, so many if-onlys came to my mind. "If only I'd chosen what my heart wants And not what my mind says that's right,