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God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
âMake sure you donât start seeing yourself through the eyes of those who donât value you. Know your worth, even if they donât.â
â Thema Davis
"for you, i would" is such a gentle and sweet love language like no maybe i wouldn't usually do this but i would love to do it if it would make you happy.
Where is the hate coming from?
Why do you really feel that way?
Have you tried to look in your own reflection in the mirror?
Have you seen yourself?
Maybe you need to assess yourself properly.
Sometimes, we hate the other when the problem is us.
Maybe we think we are better than them,
And we are somehow jealous that they flourish more than us.
Minsan para akong nasa gilid nang bangin at nakataas ang kanang paa na tila handang humakbang.
Why do the people I love make me question my worth?
Kamamatay lang ni Emman Atienza dahil sa depression nya.
Naiisip ko lang, ako rin kaya?
Mahalaga lang naman ang tao kapag wala na sila eh.
Pero hindi pwede.
I trust God.
Sabi nya mahalaga ako.
Hindi ko pwedeng isauli ang buhay ko sa Diyos nang hindi niya kinukuha.
Dapat akong mabuhay nang naaayon.
Ang hirap.
Ang sakit.
Pero kailangan.
After all, this place is still a lot better than hell itself.
God will carry me through.
He will because he said so.
And I believe in him.
Because he doesnât lie.
And he loves me.
Maybe it is better not to hear from you againâŠ
He was not excited to see me.
My presence no longer relieves his fatigue.
He was not happy to see me.
He did not carry my bag.
He did not kiss me.
He did not hug me.
And he smelled like a girl.
All he did was to reason out. That he was tired.
But didnât you miss me?
Yes, youâre tired. I understand. But no matter how tired I get, I always get excited to see my little sister. I will run to her to give her a hug and a kiss and tell her how much I missed her.
Am I being too needy?
But I was tired too and I visited you to your place.
I told him Iâm going home.
I just got there and told him I was going home instead.
And he let me.
He did not insist for me to stay for a bit longer.
It was not what I was expecting.
He initiated to take me to the jeep.
I was waiting for my friend to pass by as she was to return my boots back.
Of course we smiled as we greet each other.
I did not introduce him because Iâm annoyed.
But when I glanced at him, he was smiling.
He smiled to my friend.
I walked going back to his place just so he knows I was not really going home.
I told him Iâm annoyed.
He keeps on reasoning out.
I got more annoyed and told him he was talking too much.
And the he said âfine I wonât talkâ.
In front of a girl passing by.
That was it.
I turned back and walked away.
I looked back and he wasnât following me.
I checked all my messaging app.
Not even a single dot from him.
I blocked him.
Again.
And a day after still not a single word.
So I blocked my phone number thatâs in his.
I have to block him so I wonât have to wait on something that isnât coming.
I am so sad.
I hate him.
I really hate him.
I want to be gone.
Because when I am, your heart aches.
But you still wonât do anything to make me stay or win me back.
I will prepare my last goodbye
And soonâŠ
Maybe soonâŠ
Or laterâŠ
Iâll be gone forever.
And no matter how you regret or wish to turn back time,
I wonât come back.
I wonât ever be back
Like I used to.
Where is the man I love?
I couldn't find him anywhere.
I leaveâŠ
With hopes youâll stop me.
That youâll hold my arms because you donât want me to go.
That youâll beg and say, âplease donât goâ
Or âplease stayâ.
You said it before that you can never let me go.
But then you never stopped me from leaving.
You donât make me feel wanted anymore.
As I walk further,
I looked back.
Hoping to see you following me.
Because if you canât stop me from leaving, maybe you can just follow and walk behind me.
Because you love me too much and you canât resist me.
How is your love always freezes when tested?
How could you just let me walk away?
The truth isâŠ
I want to be chased.
Like the way you pursued my heart before when it doesn't love you.
It just feels so unfair.
The energy is not the same anymore.
It's not how you used to greet me.
It's not the face of a person who wants to see the love of his life.
Tired or not,
I could tell if you're happy to see me
You didn't even notice the weight I was carrying on my shoulder
I'm a bit selfish, yes.
Relationship sometimes is like gambling.
And I'm competitive.
I'm not good in the game but I still want to win.
And it sucks when I don't.
Maybe my coping mechanism is sending you away.
They said "you will only know its true value when it's gone".
I always want to either walk away or send you away
I always want to make you feel that it is easy to lose me.
That I can be gone.
That in a snap, I no longer exist.
In hopes that maybe you'll see my value in my absence.
Sometimes all a person wants is an empathetic ear; all he or she needs is to talk it out. Just offering a listening ear and an understanding heart for his or her suffering can be a big comfort. Roy T. Bennett
Let's go back to highschool, shall we?
If you don't fight for what you want, don't cry for what you lost. Jan Jansen
âWhen you complain you make yourself a victim. Leave the situation, change the situation or accept it. All else is madness.â
â Eckhart Tolle