On this New Journey

All these pages still unwritten
All these stories still untold
All these memories which are still to be
A budding love still to unfold

I know we’re only just about to begin
But I want to make each second count
Together or far apart as we are
Every word, every breath, every touch
Gonna live each moment out

On this new journey with you
Gonna write new memories with you
Sing out new melodies with you
Soar and chase new dreams with you

The door is wide open we’ll enter in
The path is laid out we’ll just step in

Here comes a life we’ll both be sharing
Here comes a tale we’ll both read out
Here comes a song about you and me my love
That my heart can’t wait to sing out

Goodbyes and Tiramisu

You taste like tiramisu — you are bitter and sweet. (Valentine by Wendy Austyn)

Goodbyes are strange. I don’t look forward to them, but sometimes I do.

I hate how a familiar searing pain creeps up to my chest whenever I think about being torn away from you. But I love the warm fuzzy feeling I get when I’m blanketed by that hug you only give out at airport departure areas. I would receive that hug more often but that would mean I should bid you farewell more often, too.

Sigh. Goodbyes taste too much like tiramisu.

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Filling the Pages In

Midnight. I hold a key in my hand. My fingers tremble, my breath comes in staggered gasps, but I will myself to calm down.

This is it. This is the moment. This is the night I will unlock that box and dare to take a look at the book hidden inside. This is the night I will finally get to know what is written in those pages, what secrets and stories are scribbled and scrawled concerning these two lives that were somehow caused to collide.

I feel an arm on my shoulder. He is here. He smiles warmly. I smile back.

We make our way towards the chest. In silence, we stand. In silence, I put the key I had been fumbling with into hands which are stronger, surer, and more secure.

True, it was he who gave me that key. But though I’ve been already keeping it for a month, I wanted him to be with me in the grand unlocking of the greatest love story. He had already given me the right to do the key turning, but I wanted the person to do it to be him — not me.

And so after 3 years of watching and praying, after 18 months of courting and waiting, after 1 month of Lala Land bliss —

After anticipating God’s perfect timing — finally.

Finally, I see what is scribbled in the silver-lined pages.

And finally, I see the abundant spaces where more stories are waiting, waiting to be written in.

You should also read:

https://mariscribbles.com/2008/03/17/a-page-is-turned/

https://mariscribbles.com/2009/09/10/semi-random-scribble/

Post a Week: Jealous No More

Tell us about the last time you were really, truly jealous of someone. Did you act on it? Did it hurt your relationship?

Photographers, show us something GREEN.

Jealous of the girl who caught your eye
One of my darker days
When you looked at her where was I?
Should have been in her place
Here I am
All alone imagining what might have been
What could have been
If I had been there

Jealous of the one whose arms are around you
If she’s keeping you satisfied
Jealous of the one who finally found you
Made your sun and your stars collide
La la la la la la la
She’s a very very lucky girl
La la la la la la la

Jealous of the one who won your heart
They say it’s a perfect match
She’s gonna get to be where you are
And I don’t get better than that
She’ll say you’re fine
Whisper words I wish were mine
And they might have been
If I had been there

You know I’d fight the good fight
If I thought I’d change your mind
But if she makes you happy
I would leave that dream behind
Man, she better treat you right
And give you everything
Cause at the moment she doesn’t
I’ll be waiting in the wings

La la la la la la la
She’s a very very lucky girl

(Jealous by Nina)

I used to sing this song over and over. To different boys, because of different girls, mouthing out heartbreaks and heartaches and God-knows-what other matters of the heart.

But then I caught your eye. Oh wait — love, I think you caught mine.

It has been a crazy, sweet, and at times heart-wrenchingly rough process. But we made it through. And we’ll continue to make it through.

I am loved. You are loved.

We will make it through.

To every girl out there hoping for love to come by — my dears, don’t fret. Love is worth the wait.

To every man mustering up the courage and strength to pursue love — proceed with wisdom and care. Love is always worth the fight.

So I’ll say goodbye to the green-eyed monster. Today I’ll say hello to love.

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/23/daily-prompt-green-eyed-monster/

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A Song

Worth Having (July 30, 2012)

It’s been some weeks
Since I last got to spend some time with you
Don’t want to complain but you know
My love, I’ve been missing you
Everyday it gets harder
Every second just seems longer
Cause you’re so far away
But my heart keeps getting fonder
And I just keep falling deeper
Why does it have to be this way?

Well…

Anything worth having, anything worth keeping
Is worth waiting for, worth fighting for
Love, you are worth having
Love, you are worth keeping
You’re worth waiting for, worth fighting for
One day we’ll look back at everything that we’ve been through
But yes I will say
It was worth sticking out through the fight with you

It will be some more weeks
Till you and I can meet up again
Don’t know if my heart can wait
But I guess I’ll hold it in till then
Everyday it gets harder
And every second just seems longer
But we’ll have to find a way
Cause my heart keeps getting fonder
And I just keep falling deeper
Well this will all be worth it one day

Anything worth having, anything worth keeping
Is worth waiting for, worth fighting for
Love, you are worth having
Love, you are worth keeping
You’re worth waiting for, worth fighting for
One day we’ll look back at everything that we’ve been through
And yes I will say
It was worth sticking out through the fight with you

Post a Week: Tears

We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?

November 2012. A script, a notebook, a hot pink phone. Frustrated tears roll down my chin as I struggle to verbalize the turmoil of emotions that have been welling up inside my chest for the past few months or so.

I laugh at myself, feeling like a telesalesperson with that sheet of muddled up writings in front of me. You laugh too, telling me you won’t let me live this down.

Struggles. Questions. Misunderstandings. I let my awkward words stumble and tumble out.

Kind words. Apologies. Resolutions and affirmations. The pain subsides and I find myself smiling through a new set of tears.

Tears of relief. Tears of new found joy.

Let’s make this fun, you say. Yeah.

Let’s. :)

via http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/03/28/daily-prompt-tears/

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To Those Who Love

February’s almost at its end, dearly beloved. But even though this “love month’s” nearly over, it doesn’t mean that we should keep our love from running over.

And so I shall share with you the stories that have made up this month’s batch of retellings. I shall share with you the stories which are not only hidden deep within the scriptures, but are also hidden deep within our hearts.

Stories of waiting. Stories of mourning. Stories of forgiving. Stories of just simply delighting.

I went back to some Bible stories to get some gleanings about how people loved back then. I tried rewriting them in first person (and in present tense – phew!) so that we all could empathize with them a bit more.

These are the finished pieces. They’re still rough and need more polishing, but they should do for now. Just click on the images below and read, read, read.

I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. :)

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P.S. You might have been expecting a “Thoughts on … ” piece. But just as some shows get postponed to make room for special episodes, I’m postponing the “Thoughts” piece to next week. :D