touched

E.E. Cummings
Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near

None of these moments are my own but there are special things happening around that will tell me one day that I have to come back, see the sign that I should be grateful. It’s easy for the human mind to forget. I do throw pictures or letters when they don’t signify anything to me anymore. The heart, for all time tough, reminds me about memories that delivered me from any hurting days and how I’ve learned to stop screaming, set my baggage free.

I’d like to share about one surprise which I got from a person - the Maria Sharapova perfume. It's something that will ALWAYS BE meaningful. One person was able to go into my heart, let my borders stretch beyond my comfort zone. It’s not about the price neither the thought of looking for a store that sells it (it’s difficult to be found in Manila). Simply about making me cry out of happiness, something I’ve never done for ages. I didn’t know that I’ll be treated that way, more than what I’d want for myself.

I remember my philo class, “There’s no store that sells love.”

I was captivated by the sincerity of answering every hope I’ve shed, that I should not test my thoughts nor measure my value because someone will always be there and believe in me... happy when I'm happy.

Swerte ko, noh? Siguro. Mahal ako ni God, yan ang totoo.

"THANK YOUUUUU!"