Linggo, Mayo 08, 2005

I love you...

I just stumbled upon this heart-warming composition... :'( This is contributed by katiekatekate @ www.peyups.com

(put it in my perspective, ok? MY perspective... as in "I'm a fully grown up man"... I don't want to edit somebody's work.)

------True Feelings------

I am a fully grown up woman. A woman who loves you, but does not have the courage to tell you that I truly do, for the longest time. Loving you was not all that easy. It took all my patience and sanity to do so. But I still love you. And each time I try to at least try to utter “I Love You”, I fail. I always do.
I miss you, but I am too shy to tell you so. Maybe because I was not brought up that way. Showing what I truly felt is a sign of weakness, or so you say.
And so I send you another text message. This time it is the other way around. I used to be the one asking advice from you, I was once the one being pampered. Now I am the one telling you that life is not always fair. I suddenly wish that I was right next to you, to give hugs, kisses, and comfort.
After two years, our paths will cross again. I remember the last time we were together. We had a huge fight that you didn’t even want to send me to the airport. Our eyes were swollen from crying, not because we will miss each other but because we were into another one of our bouts. We were always like that. We never lasted one whole hour without any arguments, debates, or misunderstandings.
What will I do at the first sight of you? Should I hug you? Kiss you? Act like I don’t really care? Why does it have to be so complicated when all I really want to do is to be with you, hopefully to spend a quiet day at the beach. To catch up on old times. To laugh and relax, just to be with you. I know it isn’t simple and it never will be. But I will take one day at a time. And when the time comes when I’ll see you and be with you again, I will promise to try once more… to tell you that I love you….I really do, Mom.
Addistarted this journey at2:44 AM