My Love for Quen

Hashtag, BURSTING FANGIRL FEELS ALERT.

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LIFE IS REALLY UNFAIR.
If I'll say that I'm crazypants inlove with someone whose name is well-known throughout the country, I'll probably be considered as delusional. The people would slap me with the impossibility of us. No matter how much I scream my love for him, all of my efforts and attempt to reach out will end up futile. It's all because Of all the human beings I can fall in love with, I fell with someone atypical.

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Nope, he's not an alien. He's still normal as you and I. A guy complete with two eyes, nose, lips, and essential human body parts, but only peppered with extra gorgeousness. For me, he's flawless. I mean, how can he just stand there and make all the girls swoon and drool as he passes by? Unfortunately, I'm one of those million girls he has victimized with his scorching hot damce moves and looks. Is he infused with hypnotic powers I can't resist? I mean, he's everything you can ask for. You'll often see him on screen paired with different species of girls yet he can effortlessly strike a match with them. His versatility is a bomb. I wonder how I can be one of those lucky personalities who can talk and touch him everyday. Call me a desperate *beach* but I can feel a twinge of jealousy with his assistants, makeup artists, stylists, managers, and even to his siblings! How lucky are they to interact with him normally like he's not a guy to die for. I know, my fangirl thoughts are getting overrated but I just can't prevent myself from feeling this way. I freaking love him.

I FREAKING LOVE ENRIQUE MARI BACAY GIL III.

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 I know, I'm just a 15-year old nobody compared to that 23-year old ubiquitous hot guy. We're a great example of heaven and earth. I'm far cry from being his new girl  in lieu to the ff reasons: First, Age. 15, 22. Self-explanatory. Second, Distant status. He's got a million persons who know his name while I only have a few. Third, We have only met once... and it was nothing spectacular. The barricade ruined all my overflowing feels and I haven't even had a chance to take a shot with him. IT WAS JUST NOTHING BUT A PICTURE OF HIM FROM AFAR. Just plainly unacceptable. Fourth, Overflowing impossibility. No matter how much I brag to my friends that someday I'll make 'Gil' my echt surname. It just can't be. I'm very much aware to that fact. I'm invisible and everyone knows who he is. I'm just this wide-eyed girl who's been pining after him. What can I boast to those pioneering leading ladies who get to work with him? I'm just a scratch compared to them. Unknown. Mediocre. Invisible.
                               
                                Pretty much like this goat. :(

Quen, I know you're that guy I can just love from afar without getting anything in return. If it's hard for me to reciprocate someone else's feelings, how much more with you? Our worlds are definitely way too distant from each other. I'll just inexorably hope that we will cross ways someday. That once in my life your spotlight will be dimmed for me and blend with my not-so-bright light. I love you. This is beyond pathetic, I know. But I just do.

And that will never change. I love you, Quen. Not just because you're the Enrique Gil that most of the people know. But because you just happened to be the guy who made a big hit on my hypothalamus.

Purple kisses and hugs,

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Our Farewell's Beauteousness

 
Hey there, it's been a long time.
Each one's business thwarted us in touch.
I shall be a culprit, if only missing you is a crime.
Certainly, I ain't be asking for much too much.
However, I have to keep you reminded,
Your embraces and smooches are perfectly-binded
As though as they really existed to engulf my soul.

Time has never felt this snail-paced.
Distance has never felt this long-drawned-out.
A certain person not in sight never felt this crazed.
I've never felt the warm-fuzzies throughout,
Not until you've stumbled upon my insipid world.
Twitching it around with just a simple word.

'Til when should I insane myself with the timezones?
Still waiting in vain for a ring over the phone.
You call me up, but it ain't be enough.
Woeful tears cascade for my every huff.

Oh dear, Each farewell is a piece of sweet sorrow.
Nobody knows if the sun will illuminate tomorrow.
But every adieu is a fuel for this fire we've begotten.
Our adoration will ne'er be forgotten;
Henceforth 'till eternity.                
Won't be apart by any enmity.   

By: 

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Cheesiness

Everything suddenly turn best.
With my head lying on your chest.
Hearing your heart ponder per ponder.
Hoping the end is never.

Let's dream our dreams.
Every fiber of our being,
Empowers each other's whims.
Together, our souls shall sing:

I am pristine in your embrace.
Nothing will go wrong,
Most beautiful sight is your face.
Dear, to you I really belong.

Gentle knocks on the door,
Endless repertoire of laughters
Spilling gently on the floor
No matter how it resembles a corn,
Our pointless jokes are guffaw-buster.
Loving you is why I am born.
I know we are too young,
But I hope you're the one.
My old shell suddenly gone
In to the void with a bang,
As you constantly adore me
like a frigid frame hung
At the concrete wall irrevocably.

Everything seems a ball of bliss.
With your presence I aint want to miss.
My swain, full of pultchritude swain.
My shielded heart is what you ain.
Let's be crazy together, stupefying the rest.
Let them be awed why we're the best.

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Mr. Right in Process

State of uncertainty
Do you really like me?
Is everything just a pastime for you?
You always leave me out with no clue.

They say you're a trouble.
But instead to stop I just fell.
It didn't burst my happy bubble
Nor took off my shell.

Changing you has been my mission.
I believed you were Mr. Right - in process.
But that was just a vast delusion,
I'll never ever be your princess.

Your words are fragments of trickery.
Resembling a sweet candy factory.
They are too good to be true;
My senses jolt out of the blue.

Nobody could say it better.
From others it ain't be sweeter.
You, idiot just complete my day.
But 'fine' is all I could say.

You cross my mind all the damn time.
I'd be a millionaire, for every dime.
Is everything just a trifle matter?
I loathe these feelings I can't alter.

Stop bugging me; I say.
But when my phone vibrates,
I hope it shows your name.
I wanna stop hoping! If I just may.
But your effect on me doesn't decay.

Mr. Trouble, please improve yourself.
This burning desire isn't for myself.
I hope you become Mr. Right someday,
and find Ms. Right on the way.

-MACG

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