I am never deprived of love. Mom and Dad had always been so loving with me. They never raised their voice nor took my smallest effort for granted. They always made time to listen and catch up about my everyday. They taught me how to invest on my self and let me allot time to realize my self worth, all these were fulfilled when I was 16.
I am never deprived of love. My parents had been real good to me, grateful that they've raised me in all positive ways, and I have he courage to comfortably open a conversation about them now that they're gone.
I am never deprived of love. I can still feel the presence of their warm hug, as I embrace the blanket we used to share.
I am never deprived of love. There's no day that I felt alone because of my Tito Paps and Tita Merlyn, with the sweetest older bro, Kris.
I am never deprived of love. I have Gav whom never left my side. Whom always ready to hear my rants and sad stories.
I am never deprived of love. All my life, I am surrounded with independent and caring elderlies. Living as the youngest in every household I'm in, built my connection and peak comfortability with everyone who lived before me.
I am never deprived of love.
"I love you" he held my hand, his smile can warm the coldest winter of my coldest season. I can feel the warmth of the rain the keeps pouring while looking at the hazel gaze of him
I am never deprived of love. But why does this very moment opposes it? When I hear him saying these 3 words, everything felt just so right than what I had before.
Aristotle once said:
"The more you know the more you don't know."
The more I knew about him, the more he thought me those little things that adds up to my bottle of knowledge. The more I learned that I have much more to explore, to go, to wonder and wander, to love and to feel. To encounter and to leave.
I was never deprived of love. or so did I?
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