On being truly happy for someone..

today, i found out that one of my best friends in the world has found his soul mate, the person he can cherish and love, the person he can share his all to.. i thought i would be envious of this, i thought that perhaps i would be somewhat jealous that this person has what i truly desire in the world.. but amazingly, all i felt was pure unadulterated happiness..

i was so happy for marius that i cant stop myself from smiling even though it seems so crazy, and feels so mushy.. but crap, always i have a yearning to see this guy happy. because he deserves the best in the world.. whoa.. re reading the lines that i wrote, i sound like a homo.. whoa to that.. but, homo or no homo.. on to the post..

i hope that they would stay forever like that.. i hope that they wont make crap out of what they have.. i hope that they would continue inspiring every person their lives would cross.. every inch of the reality we face are dependent on the experiences that we encounter, and so, i hope that they continue on loving each other as they would continue knowing themselves as their relationship blossoms..

its nice to know that a great guy like marius is happy.. it makes me realize that theres still hope for this world. hope that happiness can still be had, even though the realities of the world has snuffed most of the best it has to offer..

On Karin...

amidst all distractions..
and downright illusions..
she came..
always with words so thrilling..
so alluring..
fun, and exciting..
she keeps me up all night..
with all the imaginings i can think of..

she seems so perfect..
is it a dream?
an endless state of make believe?
i hope not..
i really hope not..
she's the only positive thing..
in the world..
no exaggerations..
just plain reality..

i would never want to see her go..
even though in essence,
i have never seen her..
always, i want to put a smile..
on that imaginary face..
always, i want to hear that imaginary laughter..
for every joke that i make..
always, i want to hear that voice,
so pure and seemingly unblemished,
by the hazards of life..

but, once again.. in reality i cannot..
those endless conversations..
the limited chitchats..
the art of delving into our own lives..
knowing and re-knowing one another..
sharing our own pasts, presents, and futures..

this satisfies me..
never again would i ask for more..
never again would i be dissatisfied..
for fear of losing her..
i am content..
i hope she is too..
for our own sakes..