The last time i said, "i love you"
Aquino Kirstin Kaile June 27, 2013
Fourth yr- Sincerity
THE LAST TIME I SAID “I LOVE YOU” “There’s something in this world, that nobody has seen yet. It’s something gentle and very sweet. And if you had been able to put your eyes on it, then you would yearn for it. That’s why the world has hidden it. To make sure that not just anyone could get their hands on it. But at some point someone will find it. That one person who is supposed to find it, is also the one who will be able to find it. That’s just how it is.” This is love. I had seen it. It was a glimpse of heaven. It didn’t stay for a long time but its warmth lasts. It’s always there, always. You yearn for it in every little way. But reaching it is a hard task. The world always covers it with its grey black smoke, letting it drift alongside the running river, our eyes kept, slowly fading away. It’s a known treasure, that’s why it’s hidden. If you had found it, then keep it. If you lost sight of it, then it’s not yours. If you hold on to it, then believe in it. Because love isn’t something to be looked for, it comes. I cannot remember the last time I said “I love you” wholeheartedly. It’s still a mystery to me. A lift less fog in my daylight which I had come to realized and protect. I know my heart has it, but cannot entirely show it. My mind knows it, but cannot entirely state it. Myself holds it dearly, but cannot entirely feel it. I know love has yet to find me in this world and if that time comes, I’ll let it bloom.
Fourth yr- Sincerity
THE LAST TIME I SAID “I LOVE YOU” “There’s something in this world, that nobody has seen yet. It’s something gentle and very sweet. And if you had been able to put your eyes on it, then you would yearn for it. That’s why the world has hidden it. To make sure that not just anyone could get their hands on it. But at some point someone will find it. That one person who is supposed to find it, is also the one who will be able to find it. That’s just how it is.” This is love. I had seen it. It was a glimpse of heaven. It didn’t stay for a long time but its warmth lasts. It’s always there, always. You yearn for it in every little way. But reaching it is a hard task. The world always covers it with its grey black smoke, letting it drift alongside the running river, our eyes kept, slowly fading away. It’s a known treasure, that’s why it’s hidden. If you had found it, then keep it. If you lost sight of it, then it’s not yours. If you hold on to it, then believe in it. Because love isn’t something to be looked for, it comes. I cannot remember the last time I said “I love you” wholeheartedly. It’s still a mystery to me. A lift less fog in my daylight which I had come to realized and protect. I know my heart has it, but cannot entirely show it. My mind knows it, but cannot entirely state it. Myself holds it dearly, but cannot entirely feel it. I know love has yet to find me in this world and if that time comes, I’ll let it bloom.