To truly love and bare your heart into the loving, is to be unconditionally susceptible to getting hurt. Not in a form of being let down, but of being entirely prepared that feelings that you own not being reciprocated. You had no say in it as much as you had no choice. It just happens, just like breathing in every ounce of inhalation. It's so challenging, living every year knowing that yours is a heart that forgives, for love.
And I'm starting to get sick of the way I lament with theories and philosophies of my youth. I miss the summers.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
"I love you forever". Utterings of a heartfelt whisper took effects in more than loud thumpings of a heart. For once in this whole life of mine, I believe these words.
Forever once carried a staunch and impoverished impression, that it is a term used and meant only aligned alongside cynicism. How a heart could ever feel this magnificently at home nearly escaped from all remembrances of possibilities, yet here I have a home in our hearts. Subtlety of happiness at its simplest holds immaculate power, ironically. Love, finally found and nurtured, feels assured with both intangible and tangible perpetuity - is almost materially and literally ascertained, with trust I have never harboured thought to believe in giving. In this love, sorrow never surpassses sadness, and joy is very often the first words we have to portray us (as a matter of factly). I'd run back to you and you'd be running back to me at the same time; unconditionally and by fate, we'd always run to meet halfway. That, love, is my greatest assurance from and to you.
As long as our hearts are intertwined and with one another, that's where my home is. These are the words I believe we'd grow old together enough to live to witness through our own love and not through any other.
There will be no "I love you forever too", or "I love you forever back" or "I loved you forever first". We will grow old and grow up together, throughout every phase of our lives hence forth.
"And I love you forever" is what I say to you.
Forever once carried a staunch and impoverished impression, that it is a term used and meant only aligned alongside cynicism. How a heart could ever feel this magnificently at home nearly escaped from all remembrances of possibilities, yet here I have a home in our hearts. Subtlety of happiness at its simplest holds immaculate power, ironically. Love, finally found and nurtured, feels assured with both intangible and tangible perpetuity - is almost materially and literally ascertained, with trust I have never harboured thought to believe in giving. In this love, sorrow never surpassses sadness, and joy is very often the first words we have to portray us (as a matter of factly). I'd run back to you and you'd be running back to me at the same time; unconditionally and by fate, we'd always run to meet halfway. That, love, is my greatest assurance from and to you.
As long as our hearts are intertwined and with one another, that's where my home is. These are the words I believe we'd grow old together enough to live to witness through our own love and not through any other.
There will be no "I love you forever too", or "I love you forever back" or "I loved you forever first". We will grow old and grow up together, throughout every phase of our lives hence forth.
"And I love you forever" is what I say to you.
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