Lately, I've been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be.
And when I break it all down,
When I whittle it into a single breath,
It essentially comes out like this:
Before I die, I want to be somebody's favorite hiding place. The place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe.
I will keep it safe.
BINABASA MO ANG
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