I know these past few years has been rough. Bear with me, I hate myself for feeling this way but I guess God does have a reason and for that I am still thankful.
My precious little love, these tiny little scars that you have carved on my aching heart still hurts. I want you to know that even if these tiny little scars keep on adding up I would still choose you. As I go through my daily routine of enduring my emotional rollercoaster, I would still end up thinking about you. God knows how I miss you every single day of every week in a month of a year. My precious silly little love, no matter what people may say, it would still be you. Oh but wait, here you are after walking away, looking back at me and showing me how you would still choose me just like how I would choose you. Why does it have to be this way, why do I always have to be the one who understands. Why am I always ending up the bad guy? My heart is tired of hearing negativity from people. Deep down little love, I'm still waiting. After all the hurt, after all the things people say to bring me down, I would still push myself to rise up again just because of you waving back at me. That tiny glimmer of hope keeps me going. The emotions I hide keeps on pouring out but it's okay. It's okay. I know that when you left you would wait for me. But precious little love, why do I have the feeling that I am the one who caused you the confusion? Little love, you told me you would wait for me. Why does your actions portray a different you. A different promise. Precious little love, I will give you the time to fix yourself before coming back as you asked. Please little love, even then, precious little love don't show me that your actions are the opposite of what you seek. My precious little love, it pains me to see you like that, please little love come back when you are ready. Because precious little love...
You are my home.
