“Mahal kita jeanjean ko… Sana nakilala kita dati pa… Sana walang panahong nasayang. Pero masaya ako kahit na nitong huli na lang tayo nagkakilala… Di naman kasi importante kung gaano katagal na kita minahal kundi kung hanggang kailan kita mamahalin. At alam ko hanggat nandito ako mamahalin kita ng buong buo at walang pagaalinlangan.”

January 2, 2009
9:39am

I was stunned when I saw that I’ve got an sms message from you… How could that possibly happen? You are still in the ICU room…. unconscious… You’ve already said those words before when we were still talking… so there was no doubt that this message came from you… I was thinking that you already saved that message in your draft and then instructed someone, maybe your brother or sister or your bestfriend to just send that message to me on an specific date and time. So I asked OJ if she was the one who sent that message to me… and she said that it wasn’t her because your celfone was in your father… she also mentioned that your celfone was wrecked… I don’t know what you did with that fone… tsk tsk… So OJ called your bro to ask if anyone have used your fone or sim or asked them who sent that message to me. No one did. So how could that possibly happen? Sigh… Anyway, what matters to me now is the message… I’m waiting for you baby… I will never let go and I’ll keep holding on… I am always praying for your fast recovery… and I’m not losing hope that one day you will be okay… We’re gonna be together soon… don’t worry… Don’t give up okay? and don’t lose hope coz God is always with us… HUGS

I can’t find any appropriate song for this post except this…. Here’s the lyrics of “What Matter’s Most” This song was originally sang by Kenny Rankin but the one that I’ve embedded here… I don’t know who’s version is this…. just found this one when I was searching for Kris Aquino’s “Kris Thoughts : Songs of Love and Healing Album” It has 23 tracks in it and I love all the songs that were included in that album and if I have time, I would surely get a copy.

It’s not how long we held each other’s hand
What matters is how well we loved each other
It’s not how far we travelled on our way
Of what we found to say
It’s not the spring you see, but all the shades of green

It’s not how long I held you in my arms
What matters is how sweet the years together
It’s not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.

It’s not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.

What matters most is that we loved at all.