Why do you love the person you love? Is it because of that captivating look and peculiar personality? Or maybe because of the way you are taken care of? Is it because of that feeling of finally not being alone? Or maybe because when you’re together, complicated things become less complicated?
No matter what reason, it will all sum up to one thing: You love the person you love because you have chosen it. You are feeling that kind of love because you chose to feel it. And though you have a million choices, you particularly chose that person: his whole being, body and soul.
It’s amazing how all of us love someone, even unrequitedly. But sometimes, it’s even more fulfilling to realize that though your love don’t get reciprocated, you are still willing to choose that person, over and over again–amidst the pain, in between broken hearts. Because unconsciously, we all crave not for being loved but for the chance to have loved someone at all.
There’s just something that connects us
Mutual admiration, shared passions, thinking alike
We are both happy when we’re together
Some good things I’ll always remember
But there’s a line in between
When the both of us meet
Where there’s just “me” and “you”
And everything else, I don’t know
The line, I could not cross nor pass
Will remain that way officially
Because we’re unofficially together
And there’ll be no “us” until forever
The problem with memories
is the more you cherish them,
the more it gets to your heart.
And when you suddenly think about a memory,
it brings you back to that exact moment.
But this time around, it’s just a glimpse–
of the same feelings, of the same emotions,
but no longer with the same person.
There’s nothing sweeter than receiving the same love.
It’s when you give efforts and your efforts are reciprocated.
It’s when you appreciate little things and you get appreciated in return.
That’s the kind of love you need and not all the time, it happens romantically.
Sometimes, it’s when you wake up and see yourself in front of the mirror.
We may get along really well,
Be really close like no one can tell,
Share our stories and laugh together,
Make our lives something to remember
But sooner, we may part our ways
“Us” will be sometimes, instead of always
Each day together may become cold
Two people in a different world
But there’s one thing that I’ll remember about you,
The thing that I couldn’t forget from you
It’s that one thing that I first knew
It’s your name that made me into you
In every clique,
there’s always this person
who’s more of a boss than a friend;
the one who likes to give orders
you can’t refuse to follow;
someone who acts like your mother sometimes,
but like your father most of the time;
and the one who takes care of you
in a way you can’t even notice
that it’s what they do.
They are actually what they hate
to admit that they are:
A Bully Friend
We stay together,
Though things aren’t what they used to.
Then you fell for someone and we started to fall apart. 💔