You stole a lot of things from me, Love.
Mornings waking up alive
Evenings under the pale moonlight
A shared cup of coffee
Laughter while watching a silly movie
Rushed walk to the door
Adventures I could have explored
A hand to hold
And so much more
Oh, you stole away precious things from me, Love.
To feel again
The courage to try again
And the capacity to love again
How are you now, sweetheart? I am hoping you'll see this 20 years from now.
|We are not blood related, I haven't met your mom and dad. Well we have few friends in common but your parents decided to live elsewhere thus, meeting you then wasn't possible. Sweetheart, you were just 3 years old when I first met you. Virtually.
I am writing you this letter coming from a fresh experience, a heart-wrecking one.
First, I don't wish to remind you of the pain, that's the last thing I want you to feel. I only hope that once you're a lot older and you begin to question everything around you this unsolicited advice will come across. Let's just say that 20 years in my mind is today.
You and hundreds of other kids were displaced, some were named others weren't. Some were left and probably some up until today were not recovered. Thousands of hearts ached for you, sweetheart. We gathered together to this virtual community in high hopes we can trace you. We are clueless, constantly jumping from one hypothesis to another. Fearing other people will take you away from us. Like thousands of lives taken away by nature.
I'm sorry to say we were not able to save your parents. I'm sorry you have to endure all these heartaches. But, love, may all the pain caused by this tragedy won't stop you from seeing the goodness of life. I know it's so easy for us to say because we weren't there but I'm pleading for so much understanding from your end. We are here for you. You have gained hundreds and hundreds more of people behind your back.
Do beautiful things with that second life. Love, go ahead squeeze the remaining sunshine and fight each day.
This lifelong battle will be hard but may you find within you the courage to face each day with a cheerful heart.
Agit and Geo showed you how to see the world with full of love, may that remain in your heart.
We are all over the news, a heartbreaking one for that matter.
Videos after videos showing how this storm wreaked havoc a great number of islands. As I share this story, the lights are flickering, suggesting any moment we might also lose electricity here in the metro. The winds are telling me that Haiyan’s rage is armed with fury. It’s not so surprising to see us all get emotional as we hear the strong wind blow. What more to those who were directly affected?
We are not as big and as equipped but our faith and character shall help us survive yet another catastrophe. As we usually say, ‘BAGYO KA LANG, FILIPINO KAMI.’
My heart may be broke and weary but in times like this I feel so proud of my roots. We were brought up like true soldiers, tested fighters.
We will help one another, keeping the Bayanihan spirit alive. We will help each other stand up and offer the world our most genuine smile.
Nothing can topple this resilient nation, not even the most dangerous typhoon recorded.
All my love. xx
There’s something about this word that makes me cringe.
Apologies must be done not more than twice. People who use it too often needs to be downgraded.
Keep a safe distance from people who use this word as a tool to get away from constantly creating mistakes.
We are flawed but that doesn’t give anyone the privilege to abuse the word.
NO matter how sincere, no matter how genuine, sorry is two steps away from being cautious.
Sorry also means not caring enough.
Sorry gives you a glimpse of how people treat and value you.
How many winters more, love?
Lovesick…but not really.
A lot of times my dreams include sweet snippets of you and me.