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Kites: An Afterthought

A variant of colors moving at different speeds, all across the newly cut grass. It was this scenery which caused flutters in my stomach and chest. Another chest pain, I thought. However, this was far from those pain-inducing stirrings.

I stared at the sky with hands clasped rather gently at the phone which I just finished using; if it were not for your need to eat, it would have still been pressed firmly against my ear. Among the beautiful blues and whites, an additional color rose up to kiss the seemingly unreachable sky. A kite. Its yellow adorned the already charming hues. I felt a pull at the corner of my lips as a thought made its way into my train of thought.

You.

Us.

The scene in front of me induced feelings rather unrelated to it. It was in this instant that I realized how changed my life has been. All because of you. I was a mere shade of blues and whites, a combination which I paid no heed but still appreciated much. Initially, I had thought of this two-colored palette as something already satisfying. Something I had been much contented with before you showed  me how you could blend other colors with my current ones. Like the strange yellow that interrupted the stable colors of the sky, your colors suddenly entered my life and gave its aesthetic a whole new meaning.

It was this moment, this kite, that made me realize how grateful I am for the intrusion of  a thousand colors. The vibrant and darker hues made my dull skies livelier, much lovelier. You give me so much that words alone cannot explain. You gave me more than what I asked for and I could never be any happier than when I am reminded of the gift that is you.

You made my sky exquisite but you should know that you are far more stunning.

Love?

I see a lot who mourn in agony and depression because of this certain feeling oh-so-intoxicating. I hated this said sensation before but ironically, I had fallen into the depths of its evil, even as I had been an anti-love enthusiast back in the past years of my high school days. It had been confusing and yet beneficial at the same time, making it all the more reason to be considered as something along the lines of a headache and a heart burn. To say that I have never come upon to grow fond of this feeling would be a lie, in all honesty. I don’t even know why I ended up getting struck by the arrow inflicted upon my unaware heart at the wrong time. It, perhaps, might be my fault. Mea culpa. How? Well, I fall far too fast. Possibly as fast as the speed of sound(it’s still slower than light, you see). However, when this happens, I don’t usually get too stuck in too deep. it usually only lasts for a few weeks or so but at the moment, I have violated my own rules that I have made as restrictions for myself and worst of all, it’s getting stronger as time passes by.

Going back to the topic at hand, love is certainly something beautiful, something everyone must experience but get this. But, when someone’s says he or she is in love, it’s just mere infatuation. Love doesn’t feel like that, it’s not about butterflies and rainbows, flowers blooming at the end of the road. No. Love is something more simple, something harder to attain. A level of pure loyalty and devotion; like how a religious Christian values God in his or her life or how an agnostic feels settled in his or her chosen beliefs. Love is when you are past the infatuation stage and those tingly feelings are gone. However, the passion for the other is still there despite the teenagerly feelings being gone. I have kept these in mind for as long as I can remember and I have been going through life with this at heart and mind. So how can we just state the three words to someone who is not even at that level in our heart? How can we just throw those words that used to mean something really big? How can the word ‘like’, now mean more than love, was it not supposed to be the other way around? It’s saddening, to be honest, how love is simply being stuck into our mindset as if it is something we can say to each and everyone. I myself do the same thing but I do little revisions. I use the full word when I truly mean it and use a combination of letters that sound like love when it is not coming from my heart. In my whole life, I have used the word whilst talking to someone just once, just to one person. This, however, does not get me away from the fact that I say it to almost everyone as well. Let’s just take a moment and think before letting the word escape from our mouths. Is it our heart that is truly speaking or is it just the playful mouth?

Accepting

So this is my first serious blog post. Like I said in my previous post, I did forget about this blog. It’s just that my memory is something close to rubbish. Haha. I’m like an old woman when it comes to memory, sometimes I’m even worse. Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m not old. I am young, youthful. Well then… I’ll start

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“Disgusting” “That’s not normal” “God didn’t even make man and man nor woman and woman, right? He made man & woman”

These words, phrases and sentences are a sample of what I hear every single day of my life. I was raised by two very religious Catholics, thus, they have tried to keep me away from things concerning homosexuality and the likes of it. I have no idea on why my mom seems to hate such topics, my dad, however, is much more open to this topic compared to my mom. This open-minded state of his, however, isn’t really that open-minded as you think. He’ll just sit there, shutting his mouth from saying anything, listening to whatever the latter has to say. In contrast to that, my mom would blabber about how it isn’t natural and how it is weird.

I, a closeted not-so-straight individual, have once succumbed to the things, the advices, my parents would give to me. I have once give in and started hating on the LGBTQ community. Being a growing child, I believed that it was all wrong, all the work of wrongness. I didn’t even accept any form of skinship, not hugs, not kisses, not holding of hands, not even being physically close. None of the casual skinships friends usually do was tolerable for me. I was a child filled with hate for the certain thing.

Then, there came a time when I felt suffocated with all the love I was receiving that I started yearning for contact with others excluding my mom and dad.I started to loosen up and I began to accept small skinships, i.e, sitting with a friend with a small distance between us. I, however, still wasn’t open to the topic of homosexuality. What was worse, one of my close friends was actually in the same boat as I was, we both disliked such things.

During summer vacation before 7th grade, the big turn of events suddenly happened. I was too absorbed with watching anime that, being the curious child I was, I started searching all the different kinds of genres including Yuri(if you don’t know what this is, I advise you to google it). When I found the genre, I was still bitter when it came to the topic but being a reader, I actually decided to read the ones with good story lines. It wasn’t until I finished more than 10 Yuri manga, which I finished in less than an hour, that I started to yearn for more. That was the time when I was slowly getting fascinated by the love the characters shared, without me realizing it. After reading almost all of the Yuri/Shoujo-Ai manga at Mangahere, I started to become more open and accepting. I grew to be more mature and had gained more knowledge. I realized how rude and hateful I was during my I-hate-homosexuality phase. It was, indeed, just a phase.

I began to accept the LGBTQ community and I have learned to love them secretively, hoping my mom and dad wouldn’t discover the things I have been doing. I was contented and it was the time when I felt the world was full of love until…

…I came across a website which contained hateful remarks. I read everything and as I read, my eyes were tearing up. I wasn’t part of the LGBTQ community but I felt bad and slightly agitated because of the comment. I mean, why must you hate so much? Weren’t you taught to love your neighbors?

Months passed and I’ve reached 8th grade. This time, I knew there was something inside me that was waiting to be unleashed, waiting to be accepted by no other one but me. I welcomed this ‘thing’ inside me with warm greetings and, with the help of my friends, I was able to let it out. It was our third or fourth month of school, we were still getting to know each other better but we already felt comfortable, like the four of us were connected on purpose. For some reason I forgot, we started to coin a term to refer to those people whom you like but not that big, something less than a crush. We started telling each other who we liked(not in a serious way). When one of my lady friends said she was growing to like this certain girl, a part of me was clapping like a dork. I felt glad, relieved, that at least one of my friends swings that way. Soon, when all my friends were done, I realized that everyone had someone that they had interest on from the same gender. It was finally my turn and I gathered up all my courage to tell them that I was starting to get interested in this one classmate of ours, a girl. All of them gasped and they were all so surprised. I confronted them and they told me they weren’t expecting me to like a classmate, although they had their suspicions that I had eyes for girls.I asked them why they thought like that and the answer I received was,

“You just seem like it, like, you scream bi.”

After this event, I started becoming more open about me liking a couple of people from the same gender. I finally felt freedom of expression. I was contented for the first time. However, this wasn’t the problem I had, to be honest. The problem with me is that I despise love.

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Signed: WrittenWithBlue ~

Introducing WrittenWithBlue

Edited: June 15, 2013

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First of all, I would prefer being called by my pseudonym and remembered as, “WrittenWithBlue“. This may seem familiar to some but then again, the internet is a very large community.

This blog was created so that I, WrittenWithBlue, would be able to set my thoughts free via my laptop’s keyboard. This is the first time I’d be blogging and I’m a noob when it comes to this. My writing on the other hand is at, for me, at a satisfactory level since I am a writer of fanfics although I haven’t finished one… yet.

No, I am not a photographer who feels to share graphics nor am I a professional of some sort. I am a  high schooler in search of a means to express. I am no expert in any field regarding college academics but I have experience since I have already lived for more than a decade. For better or for worse, I wish this would be the trigger to unleash the inner blogger inside this teenage body.

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Signed: WrittenWithBlue ~