Short Love Poem

Recently, my mom gave me a case of my old school-work from grade school. Going through it all, I found this cute little poem and got a good laugh out of it.

Short Love Poem

It's hard to love
The tallest girl
When you're the shortest guy.
For every time
You try to look
Your true love in the eye
You see
Her bellybutton.

Love Letters

The other night I was going through my box full of notebooks. Most were empty but I found one with a draft of a 'love letter' that I wrote to a big crush of mine a few years ago. As I read it again, I realized I haven't felt like that in a long time. Sometimes, with all the stuff going on in my world, that's okay. But I do miss that feeling...falling head over heels for someone. 

Can I talk to you for a minute? There’s something on my mind that I have to say. There’s that thing about you that’s got me, got me going, going crazy over you. From the moment that you walked into my life, I didn’t know, but I knew, that the girl that I was destined to be with was undoubtedly you. I still don’t know for sure, but I would like to see what I am missing. I plead, you should be with me you see. I long to be with you and be a part of all that you do. I try to close my eyes and think of things to do, but my mind drifts and winds up, again, thinking of you. I love to make you smile. I love to make you laugh. I’m not sure if you notice, but where ever you go, I follow your path. When I’m around you, I have a kick to my step and a smile of my face. I know that in my heart, you have a place. I can do nothing but count the days, the hours, the minutes until the moment I see you again. And when I leave your presence, the countdown once again begins I just hope that you feel the same. But I must play that game and put myself on that line because only with you, I would love to spend my time. Just promise me that nothing changes between us. Whether you feel the same about me as I do about you, just promise that nothing will change. Maybe it’s just infatuation or just a feeling. But the feeling is there. It’s there. It’s real.

Remembering My Grandfather

Today, May 1, is the 2nd year anniversary of my grandfather's death. It's been a tough couple years for me and my family, but we all have gotten through it together. So now, we start another year without him here with us physically. But he is always going to be with us spiritually. I went to mass last Sunday and was praying and talking with my grandpa after receiving communion, then all of a sudden I smelled a whiff of his Old Spice smell. It hit me quick but I knew he was there with me. Anyway, I wanted to leave you all with something that I wrote for my grandfather for his memorial service two years ago.

R.I.P. Lolo (July 2, 1916–May 1, 2007)

Simple / Stubborn / Old-fashioned / Old-school / Giving / Gentle / Thoughtful / Full of thought / A worrier and a warrior / A man's man / A gentleman / He taught me to be the man that I want to be / And the man that I didn't want to be / We all have both sides / The good and the bad / But no matter what any of us thought / He always wanted the good / The good inside all of us to shine through

Betrayed by his body / His mind like a steel trap / But for his nine decades / He was taken too soon / For his nine decades / He had nine lives / From the battles of Bataan / To the battles of broken hearts / To the battles with his hard-headed children / He went through it all / Let us hope / Let us pray / That we / Get to live a full life as he

He was personable / He was charming / Before getting to the point / He would tell you his life story / or at least the story of his life at the moment / Oh the stories / The stories he could tell / Were simple / Yet that was his life / He was content with his big ben clock / His flashlight / His gold casio watch at his side / He made sure everything was in order / How he wanted things / How they were supposed to be / So let us live our life like he

Let us go forth / and go home / Lolo's gonna get worried because it's starting to get dark out there

Love you Lolo,

Albert