Turning Eighteen

In my final hours of being a minor, I am hit by my sudden realization that there's no turning back.
I'm puzzled, confused with my own feelings.
To most people, turning eighteen is a joyous occasion, a milestone in their lives.
But to me, I don't want to grow up just yet.
I want to grow tall, but I don't want to leave my life of pre-18.
I will miss my high school days, not the homework, nor the teachers, not even my friends, but at times when I could just glance over the building and look at her.
I am leaving my bittersweet life of a secondary school student.
I will be an adult now, brought into the harsh world of reality and I don't want to face without you.

For a long time now, I have been searching, for a girl.
Beautiful as a rose, graceful as a swan, tender as a dove, mysterious as the stars and fairer than the moon.
I finally found her, she is beyond what I could have dreamed of.
I wish to spend everyday of my life knowing more about her.
The word "perfect" exists only to describe her, for in my eyes, she is everything that I want, more than I asked for.
It was as though God inscribed the word "beauty" upon her.
But no matter how long or how loud the wolf howls, his cry will never reach the moon.

My dearest princess, whom I love so tenderly.
I'm sorry I could not meet your criteria.
Amongst your suitors, I'm not the tallest, the richest, the best looking, the most skillful in basketball nor am I the smartest.
I cannot promise that I will b able to make you the happiest woman on this planet, nor can I swear that life will be full of rainbows, a bed of roses.
But what I can give you, I swear it and promise you with my life that I will fulfill it.
That is, I will love you, through laughter and tears, through rain or shine, and in health of sickness, because I love you just the way you are princess.
I love you princess, you'll forever be my sweetheart, even if I'm your bitterheart.

I love everything about you.
How your face turns red everytime I'm doing something stupid just to get your attention.
How you can laugh, run and suddenly breakdown and start crying.
How you can tell me you're gonna put down the phone and end up talking for the next few hours.
How you always tease me and leave me head over heels about you.
I miss how your eyes sparkle, how your voice resonates and the way you look when you read a book.

It hurts that you chose to study over me, to focus on other things than to spare me a little of your time.
But I know this hurt, this pain and this wait is all worth it.
Because that's just the princess I loved the very first time I laid my eyes upon you.
I'll wait for you, leave my heart with you and come back a better man, a man who's worth your love.

Till then,
I love you Princess Annabeth.

Chasing Shadows

The lone wolf continues to wait upon the fair moon who no longer speaks to him.
He calls out to her everynight.
Hoping, waiting and gets no reply.
Will she never speak to him again?
Does it take his death for her to miss him?
Does she ever miss listening to his voice?
He craves her like how a bee craves for honey.
Princess, if you're somewhere out there reading this message.
I wanna let you know that I don't regret loving you.
So don't tell me to forget you, cause I'll love you for the rest of my life.