“You cannot leave everything to fate, boy. She’s got alot to do, sometimes you must give her a hand.”
–Ever After


I’ve been a writer ever since I could remember. Letters have been the perfect way of communication for me and I have a stack of diaries retelling my life ever since I was seven and I’ve been writing fiction as well for the longest time.

I guess this only proves just how much I love to write and how much I believe in the power of the written or spoken word. Words are amazing ways to express how we really feel.

I’ve never believed in the message of the cheesy song, “More Than Words”, for me that was a dumb song because truly the only way that one could express how they feel by saying it. There’s no other way. Actions don’t mean anything unless backed up by passionate words or promises.

However, past events of my life proved my belief otherwise. Lately, I’ve come to realize that I may have overstated the use of words and understated the importance of actions.

I know they have to go hand in hand with one another but sometimes, actions prove to be more sincere than any amount of words could even muster.

I guess what I’m trying to say here is this: I know what you’re trying to tell me and I hope you know what I’m trying to tell you. I cannot say to whom I am saying this to but I hope my actions are enough. In the past couple of months of my life, I dutifully ignored your actions and failed to speak what I’m really trying to say.

The main reason I wanted to use words to express how I feel is because I’ve never been good with depicting body language or another person’s actions. That’s the reason why things got messy.

You believed in expressing how you feel through actions.
I believed in expressing how I feel through words.

I just never found the right ones in the past month but I do hope that this blog entry would somehow make up for it.

I get what you’re trying to say. I know where you’re getting at and believe it or not, the lack of words won’t stop me from understanding where you’re coming from.

It’s all making sense to me now; I just hope it isn’t too late.

I hope we’d meet somewhere in the middle because all this miscommunication is driving me crazy.

Our actions are getting way ahead of our words.

But I am trying.



At this point, it’s really not helping.