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All The Love I Need.

(Okay,so a lot of people have been asking me about love and my point of view about those things, so here I go)

What is love, really?



Maybe love is giving your last piece of favourite chicken to your little sibling because you know they love it as much as you do.

Maybe love is forgiving someone who have hurt you so badly that left you scarred for life.

Maybe love is telling someone you like their shirt and they wear it almost everyday.

Maybe love is saving up for a special day even though you didn't really have to.

Maybe love is watching someone you love with someone else but you are happy because their happiness is your happiness.

Maybe love is sacrifice.

Maybe love is freedom.

Maybe love is having a really bad Alzheimer's disease that you always forget that the one sleeping with you every single night is the person you married but you keep on asking them to marry you everyday.

Every single one of us have our own definitions about love, and here's mine.

My mom never told a single soul about her disease that left us wondering how he kept cancer a secret for so long, and not even letting us notice that she's hurting...

My dad had to take every single bullet that he can take just to protect every single one in our house. His last words?"I miss you, Ma." ...

My sister almost threw her phone when I almost got hit by a van...

My grandpa's request was to let my sister and I finish college now that both our parents are gone...

My aunts and uncles treat my sister and I as their own...

My grandma kept her business so that she can pay for our tuition fee no matter how bone-breakingly tiring her job is...

My aunt, just this morning, went to find me just to give me money because I posted something about a shirt I really wanted but I still didn't have enough savings, and now I got the shirt and I never knew that someone will do that for me...

My friends are always there whenever I need them and no matter how weird I am, they still accept me for who I really am...

And you, you took the time to read my blog even though it takes me a while to update, but you still stayed.

And I would like to thank every single one of you because of that.



And maybe that's all the love I really need.





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