I could never find a reason not to love you. The thought of loving someone other than you scares me. Despite everything that happened, I still believe there will be away for us to be together. I must be very patient, must not I? Sometime in the future, there’d be no gaps, no spaces, and no oceans between us. I know I just need to wait for the destined season. I just need to wait for God’s perfect time, for everything to fall into place, and for you to light up the flame of love once again. But please, my love, make it fast. I’m scared that I would lose hope if this continues on. I’m scared that I would meet someone—someone who’s not you—who would give me love that’s more than what I longed for. I’m scared that someone would come along; and that that someone would love and cherish me the way I want you to. What if one day I’d tell myself, “I have had enough heartaches” and decide to give up? Don’t make me wait too long; lest I forget the worth of what I am fighting for. Doubts are beginning to sprout in me. It’s not just our bodies that are apart; but so are our hearts, our souls, our everything. Distance does make a difference. Let’s not overlook the problem. The saying “distance is only a number” is an understatement. You see, I assure you today that there’s no one else in my heart; there’s only you. But what about tomorrow? And the day after that? My love, regardless of these uncertainties and the crestfallen state I’m in, I still choose to love you and only you. There’s no place wherein I can’t love you. Even if I’m away, my heart remains wherever you are. And even when I’m asleep, it never ceases to beat your sweet name. I’ll make sure that, no matter the distance between us, my love will always reach your heart. I’ll prove that everything I’ve told you, from each “I love you” to every promise I made, is said from the very core of my soul. I’ll show you that no one else would love you the way I do. Distance is a hindrance. Therefore my prayer is to meet you. Soon. Day by day, knowing that I am long gone from your heart, dread and doubt accumulate in me. Like the autumn leaves that fall one by one, roots of my endurance seem to whither bit by bit. Nevertheless, just as the tree continues to live without its leaves, so will my love persevere without any logical reason. Let love be irrational. I need not a million reasons to love you. When I see you again, I would be reminded that your existence alone is enough for my love to grow and not fade away. PS. LDR kame. hes from ateneo de davao. babes 2011 University of Sto. Tomas
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 06:12:03 +0000
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