I can still remember how galvanic it is to enter that door next to me
That door I was curious about to go inside
And to step a foot in
I really can’t define my feelings that day when my eyes glimpses directly ahead that door
I can still experience or feel that butterflies flying back and forth inside my stomach
That nervousness I felt
That incitation I felt
And those cocktail feelings I also felt
I was about to enter that door I was referring to
When my ex classmate or my soon to be classmate passed frontward by me
And ask me out to enter that door
“Let’s go inside” she mentioned
And we slowly set foot in
When we’re about to enter that door, I was curious about what might happen
What kind of people will I be meeting?
Are they that type of classmates to be with all the time?
Or are they somewhat levelheaded people?
There’s too much questions to be answered in my head
But all these feelings where worn out, when we’re inside
It all popped out, like a bubbles
And all that curiosity in my head where eased
And those feelings or mixed feelings I felt where all gone
It was just like a train passing by towards me
And that Door I was referring to
That door I always talking to
That White Painted Door that always be in my mind
Was my first high school classroom.
And now that I’m about to graduate
I will always linger and longs to see
That White Door
It’s not the things that can be bought that ate life’s richest treasurers,
It’s just the little “heart gifts” that money cannot measure -
A cheerful smile, a friendly word, a sympathetic nod
Are priceless little treasures from the storehouse of our God
They are the priceless little things in life for which no one can pay,
And the giver finds rich recompense in giving them away.
Love is not like a game. It does’nt have settings to change mood. It does’nt have option to give options. And especially, it does’nt have quit button to quit easily.
So play it hard like a game, but dont treat it like a game.
May pasok na naman bukas.