Im asking myself before. What is Love? Is it a thing? A feeling perhaps? A hormone? A person? God?
There's so many definition. Terms, abriviation.
For some, it's a thing. A material. You can fell inlove a car, a hobby, a book.
For some it's a feeling. Combine by a hormone. That enters the relationship thing.
For me? Before i define it as sex! Orgasm. That feeling of satisfaction when you spurt your semen and fill your partner with your cream.
When i met Erin for the first time, i felt my heart jump. The same kind of excitement still lingers as years pass by. I see her grow and my love blooms even more.
We mistake Love for Sex. Sex is easy. Sure thrust and pull is enjoy. But after the Orgsm what happen next? While Love? It's when you see her walking along it just complete your day. When she smiles, you feel magic.
When you ask me now what is Love for me, i'll simply say Erin. Erin speaks everything for me.
"You should rest." Misag tapp my shoulder.
He sit beside me and stare at Erin. I was holding her hand, hoping she will wake up. Okay na si Iya e. Pero nagkaroon daw ng komplikasyon si Erin. Nanghihina ang katawan nya noon. I suggest to re-sched the operation but they say there's no right time for it but now. So they continue the operation. But it seems worst. Erin is comatose for a week now.
"She's a fighter."
"She is."
"Tama pala na hindi kita pinatay kasi babalik sya." Tumawa si Misag na nginisian ko lang.
"Should i say thank you?" Sarkastikong ani ko.
"No thanks." He mumble.
"Gigising pa naman sya diba?." I ask him. I dont want to lose hope. But pain clouded me up.
"Gigising sya. Who says miracle can't happen twice?" Pinalakas ni Misag ang loob ko. Miracle it is that Iya match. God's Love is Genuine to give me another Miracle and wake her up.
"She's my Miracle." I smile and hold her hand.
Then slowly.. she open her eyes.
"Jett.."
BINABASA MO ANG
Forbidden Love
RomantizmBefore i wish i have an amneasia so i can read all the books in my bookshelve. Having the same excitement on what's going to happen and fall inlove all over again. But now, i wish i have an amnesia to forget all the pain. Loving him is like driving...