Wishing for my father to turn up whenever a fork gets dropped on the floor caused disappointment. But it taught me one important thing. To hope. I kept on hoping that one day, my father will show up on our doorstep. I kept hoping that somewhere, somehow, my father still thinks about me.
Yes, it is difficult. What happened to my family is not something that I can just erase. Of course, it will always be a part of me. It is so deeply rooted in my soul that I will forever carry it. But I am trying. I am trying so hard to believe that I am worth it. I am worthy of the love of the people around me. I am special and I don't always need to take everything with a grain of salt.
Hot! I'm not referring to the food you are cooking. That is the word I want to use to describe you while you were there at the kitchen, cooking our breakfast.
I appreciate you waking up so early in the morning just to pick me up from work. When I say early, I mean really early. You go to work in the morning and I go to work at night. My shift ends at around 3:30 in the morning (Philippines Standard Time) and you wake up... Continue Reading →
I fell in love with you and your humor.
You are someone who do not settle for mediocrity. You always aim for the best. I love it. I want it.
YES! This is the best part of my morning: waking up to the tightness of your hugs and the sweetness of your kisses.
Dear Future Me, “You will have days like these, days where you’ll feel lonely and useless, I know I did. But don’t fret.You will get over it, as you always do. It will be difficult, you might want to take the easy way out and just quit, but DON’T. Everything will be better in time.... Continue Reading →