Taken... taken for granted (part I)
You’ve been so strong for quite too long. I recognized the hurt when I looked in your deep brown eyes so it didn’t came as a surprise when I saw you break down a while ago, after all, I was the one who triggered it; I said it aloud. The situation made you vulnerable and I took it for granted.
As soon as I heard a bursting of cries, I immediately turned to you and hugged you as tight as I could.
"No matter what happens today, I still love you," I whispered.
All you could do is sob. You broke down in front of people that you didn’t want to see you at your current state. I knew you had more tears to cry. You weren’t telling me everything.
"Would you like to go someplace else?"
You quickly nodded your head, composed yourself and stood up. I assisted you down from Vinzons Hill and we walked wherever our feet has taken us. We didn’t care about who saw us or what they thought of us. I got you carefully in my arms, protecting you like an infant.
Our feet took us to a familiar place, but a place we never shared before. It was a mixture of dream and reality. We sat along the staircase. You faced West and I faced North, parallel to you. The sun had its afternoon glow, not the type that burn one’s skin, but the type that makes you feel grateful for sunny days. The rays brought out the autumn red in your hair.
I brushed your hair away from your face. I could see how tired your eyes are from crying. When we finally settled, you started crying again, letting out every heart ache you’ve had and every moment you were taken for granted. I never knew you were carrying such a heavy weight on your shoulders. I sat there, wishing I could carry half of the weight you’re carrying, but all I could do is lend an ear and hold you in my embrace. You should know how I sat there helplessly wanting to wipe every tear that fell from your eyes. How I wish I I could steal you away from the one who has your heart taken, and you, for granted.