How do you form the words so that people will understand how you feel, that they won't judge you?

Truth is, there aren't any words. Anything that can make it less surreal, less scary. People still judge you for being different, for doing things outside the norm.

But the only thing that connects me to these people is that I feel the same way they do. I am human just like them. I love as much as they can; I get hurt as much as they do.

I do not wish to be judged for who I love or how I found it. Love never judges. It only binds. It creates the best and most beautiful, and sometimes the worst and most hurtful, memories. It ties people together.

I wish to be judged for how I loved. When I die, I want to be remembered as giving my all as I loved--completely, wholeheartedly, unconditionally.

I just want to love and be loved. I just want to have that chance to be with the one person I love the most. Just one chance, one moment.

You came into my life unexpectedly. We talked. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months.

You are the sweetest person I've ever met. No one comes par to you.

You greet me with "you look great today" everyday you'd see me, even if that moment you saw me I just rolled out of bed and still in my oversized t-shirt with large holes in them. Even if that moment I had no sleep yet because I was working the night before. Even if that moment I still haven't combed my hair or washed my face.

To you, I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

To you, my smile meant that life is still great even if it damn sucks.

You tell me everyday how much I mean to you. You speak like there was no other truth.

I never thought you'd make me feel the way I do now. I feel all kinds of emotions with you. Passion. Happiness. Excitement. Giggly girlishness that I thought I left back in high school.

You even make me feel those things I would rather not feel. Anger. Anxiety. Hate. But I would rather go through these emotions intensely with you than not have them at all.

Since we met, that has been the aura about you. The intensity. The fieriness, pardon the pun. You have not been less than intense since that day, and it kills me everyday to feel that kind of passion from you, wanting it but not having it.

With you, all those moments are insanely searing.

But just because you were intense, doesn't mean there wasn't warmth. Your warm and caring ways make me feel secure each day. You seal every day with all your love. It follows me, guides me, protects me.

Everyday, if we weren't too sweet, we were too sour. Our days are punctuated by both mushy moments and really bad fights. But I wouldn't want anything less.

I wait for the day of the start of the rest of our lives. Everyday, the hope of you and me, together for always.

To you. Have all of my heart, all of me. I am yours.

I am extremely grateful for my tiger telling my ex to go away. I haven't tried anything much to keep him away, I just told him to leave me alone and to respect me enough to try not to contact me.

But he's still there. Sometimes I ignore it, but so many times it annoys me. It gets to me more than I would want to.

I was scared of what my tiger told him. But if it had to be done for it to stop, then so be it.

He has this way of protecting me, being the tough guy (as what he says, it's like those honey-go-wait-in-the-car moments because I probably don't want to witness it). But to me he's unbelievably tender and sweet. Quite frankly I haven't met someone who is as sweet as him.

With him I find what I want most in a man: security and commitment. Every guy can be passionate or romantic depending on how they show it, but he is someone I feel secure in, and someone who wants to be in the long run with me.

I sung my tiger to sleep last night. It felt magical, in a way, to be together but still not be together. If we are like this now, I wonder how we will be in several months. We would go crazy.

Everyday I fall more and more in love with him, if it is possible to happen.

I love you Jeremiah. Everyday is a day less until we will finally be together. Till then, I am here waiting.

"Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies."
- Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption

It is one of the best things to live for, hope. It carries you through each day, even when all else seems lost.

Nothing is lost, not one bit now. Each day it does seem impossible, but not entirely so.

Everyday I carry with me the love I have for someone whose distance I cannot imagine, whose suns rise while my moons shine. And everyday I carry with it hope, that we will be with each other, no matter how impossible it is now.

I still cannot believe I am in love with a man, connected to him somehow, and he is as far from me as he could be. Sometimes I want to believe this is real, that there really is someone who loves me as much as I love him, who wishes for a future with me. I think he may be a fairy tale; I have never touched his face, only his image. But I have faith in the good things, and love is one of them.

Distance and time is nothing now to me. Dum spiro spero.

I have faith that the right time will come for the both of us. I have hope, each moment, when my heart will finally be free because you have me.

Hope carries my heart over to you, that you may find me one day. And when you do, I will be there to welcome you with open arms, and a heart that is yours to keep.

It's easy to get hurt once you've given yourself to being vulnerable to someone. Especially if that someone is 7000 miles away, and you don't know where you stand, or even how you know the person, if you know him well enough. Just that you've fallen for him and know you want him awfully is enough to be vulnerable.

I'm again hoping this will not turn out the way others did, or as badly as the other one did. I hate getting into something serious, me feeling really happy and giddy but then not getting that back from my significant other. I'm not looking to play around; I don't have time for games.

No, I take it back. I go always for something serious, but going for it means also expecting it back, which usually turns out not in the way I want it to.

I am deeply afraid of getting hurt again. I am scared that I will not be able to withstand another storm if another storm comes. I am open to being vulnerable, but hopefully only to the right person. But how will I know?

As my mother tells me, I think too much. I go too much into rationalizing every aspect of it until it crumbles down to simply not measuring up. Can you blame me? I'm not one to go for my feelings if I know they aren't true anyway. So when I want to be calculated, so be it; it may just lessen the hurt I get most of the time.

On the other side of the fence, though, my friends keep telling me I'm smiling too much lately (too much means more than all the time, as I'm known to always be sunny). I hope this means something good.

I'm falling for him, and I don't know what to do about it.

It would help if I can try to close the distance between us, but it's nearly impossible.

Actually, I'm merely content on just talking to him, knowing how he is, and learning more about him, because it's only what I can do for now.

I'm falling for him, and I'm content with the way things are going. I'm okay with the distance, so long as it's only temporary.

[Monik, Yani, Jurise, Angel... I borrowed your title.]

I'm currently being bothered by the idea of actually falling for someone more than 5000 miles away from me. It's never really happened to me before, so it's not as if I know what it is and how it feels like.

I feel like the subject of my own research. I asked my friend if this is what they call in computer-mediated communication as hyperpersonal disclosure. Haha. Nosebleed.

No, really. I've been thinking if I actually feel close to this person simply because I disclose so many things about myself that I shouldn't, or wouldn't in an actual person-to-person setting. But I tend to overshare myself anyway, so that's a factor too.

But I feel attracted to this guy. Should I say who he is?

I feel inspired. It's like I've found a kindred spirit, but better, because I find him attractive.

I have to admit, a lot about his looks and personality would have turned me away at first glance. I'm glad I opened to the idea of talking to him and getting to know him better, and letting him get to know me.

I'm currently tired, as the time zone difference creates a problem of us communicating, and I get too caught up in talking I forget the time. I'm getting jetlagged without leaving my own country.

I like talking to him. I love teasing him. This may be the start of something new.