One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it.
They were kids in love. She was blind, she took the surgery but he has to leave for the U.S. So, he flew. She never saw him and after 12 years they meet again not knowing that in front of them was the only love of their life.
How is it beautiful to love someone that never fades along with time. To love someone so dearly even of distance seems to be endless. How is it beautiful to love someone all your life, your heart only reserved to that one person. This is another story that sometimes its not the eyes or the physical attributes we have that makes know each other well. Its heart that matters. Its the heart the knows him, its the heart that knows he is the one I’ve been loving for my whole life. How is it beautiful to have a love like this, endlessly loving each other in presence or in absence. A love like this is not that easily destroyed for this is the love the is rooted from deep within.
November 21 to January 4.
Jusme. Ang haba niyan bored na bored ako niyan. Kakain lang ako tapos tataba na naman ako. Proud na nga akong nag loose ako ng 2 inches sa waist ko e.
If I write letters when I miss you, I could fill a box for every time I do it. I keep it with me, I keep all my thoughts that I always wanted to say to you when you’re not around. Until such time when letters and days I miss you are already countless, I send them to you. Read it. I want you to know that not a single day passed that I did not think of you. Read it and think again, am I the person that loves you so much that you won’t ever give a damn about or is it that day you realize, I am worth keeping because finding a person like me, who loves you even in separation, does not stop. If to love you means writing for you. I will never stop.
I have to think of you when I’m sad but it also makes me sad when I think of you. I think of you and realize that you may never be mine. So, I think of something that makes me smile a little despite this pain.
I think of you and look up in the stars. I think of like a little shining star up in the heavens, though I cannot reach you, the fact that you are shining up there makes me think you’re always there watching me as I watch you and it makes me happy, and when the morning comes when you disappear I know you still there, just no where to be seen and when the night falls again there you are shining on me. I may not have you, touch or hold but I know from a far you’re there making me happy. Despite the pain, I’m going through, you will always be my little shining star.
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