Note To Self
Note To Self
This love I have for you – it’s hard to describe, yet easy to feel. It’s difficult to convey save for the actions of every day life. I don’t know how to tell you that I love you without making you uncomfortable or scaring you away. I suppose saying it isn’t really necessary, since giving the condition a name doesn’t change its qualities…however, I can’t help but feel there’s something to say about the inability to say it at all. I understand that receiving love, and loving someone in return, is terrifying. You’re not the sort to make yourself vulnerable and neither am I. Love makes you weak in a way, I guess you could say…but more importantly, it makes you strong. This is just one of the reasons that I love love, and love loving you in particular.
You seem to want a definition…yet I don’t have one. I will never have one. Love, at least to me, includes so many things that I don’t even know where or how to begin. Yet if you can’t just trust that you love someone – that you think of them more fondly than others in a peculiar way; admire them for the things that make them who they are and respect them for these very same attributes – then maybe you will never be able to love. Love is and will always be a leap of faith. Just like in life, there is no sure thing in love. You just have to trust. There is no answer – you just know. Yet there’s no way to ‘know’, especially if you pick it apart. Eventually love will be destroyed by all the prodding, analyzing and dissection.
I dream sometimes about flying. It starts out like I’m running really, really fast and I’m like superhuman and the terrain starts to get really rocky and steep. And then I’m running so fast that my feet aren’t even touching the ground and I’m floating and it’s like this amazing, amazing feeling. I’m free and I’m safe, but then I realize, I’m completely alone. And then I wake up.
*cue music* life is a highwaaaay
What do you think love is?
HUHUHUHU my heart
When will be the right time to tell yourself that you’re in love? When will you know that you’re into the person and not the feeling. How will you know that you really truly love someone?
Is it when their happiness is more important than yours? Is it when you’d be proud that they’re yours? Is it when he’s the only one who crosses your mind? Is it when you’d rather stay awake just to talk to them rather than sleeping? Is it when you’d feel “okay” whenever they’re around? I don’t know. No one knows. There’s no exact meaning about love. There are no perfect words. Words will never be enough to describe love because it’s the only thing in the world that can make you feel like you’re nothing or you’re everything.
On the other hand, love shouldn’t be unrewarding. Love should feel good. You feel giddy every time you think of them. Love should be greater than their failures. There will be acceptance and a room for hope that even things change, you’d still cope up with it. It’s not about reciprocating. It’s not about taking and taking, it’s also about giving. Love is everything, it’s unfathomable once you have it and devastating once it’s gone. But then again, love is about acceptance.
13 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part,10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhoodbehind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
"I’d put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink."
Kahit hindi ka pa drunk. Kahit everyday pa. Kahit habangbuhay pa. I promise. Huhu
These are the few things that I want to have in my life. I will reblog this when there’s something that I’d like to add and I will cross out all the things that I already bought. HOHO i’TS TIME TO START SAVING!!
Mickey Mouse Sweater
Tonight Alive Shirt
Whatever you call this color pants
Jennifer Smith’s Books
More dog stuffed toys
Nike Running Shoes
Super big dreamcatcher <3
If you get time, come back and be mine.
If you pass by, I will see you in the sky.
This is the time of the year when everything started to break. Everything started to vanish. Everything started to be.. gone. I believe there is no little breaks because when it starts breaking, the damage could only worsen and sometimes, these things are some things you thought you’d always have. Maybe, life is just like that.
My worst pains are words I cannot say.
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
if each day,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
2 years ago, you asked me a question.. "Do you really love me or do you just love the way I make you feel?" You asked me this one because I answered yes when somebody asked me if I see myself with you after 10 years. Now, I think I can answer that question with full honesty. I am in love with you it’s not just about the way you make me feel but, it’s about the way you make me feel about myself. I feel invincible like a real hero. A superhuman, I guess. It’s kind of different whenever when I’m with you. Everything seems so much brighter. You make me want to be a better person.
After all the pain, my love’s still there. It never changed and I don’t think that it’ll ever change. There’s nothing you can do to make me love you less.