girlfriend,

you are not okay.
i feel it.
in the subtle differences most would not even notice.
you have grown quiet.
i do not like your silence.
it usually means you are trying to solve
the world's crisis all on your own.
it's brave, but not very practical.
and you scream practicality, it's your mantra.
you are clamming up. . .
again.

i know sometimes you feel as if the world is closing in on you,
or universe is mocking you
like everything is a mess
or there's no way out. . .

you come to me.
okay?
when you get to this point, you come to me.
i may not always have an answer,
i probably won't know what to do too,
but at least you get to get it off your chest.
i'm gonna listen, i promise
and if you cry (iyakin ka eh), i'll wipe your tears
and try my darnest to make you smile, even just a bit,
if i can't, then i'll just hold you
so you would know you are not alone.

you won't be.
not anymore.
okay?

so, what is wrong love?