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to make you feel my love

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there are people who dont see your worth……the hell with them!!!!!

the right one

THE RIGHT ONE

Somebody once told me that :

“Finding the right person is very hard and very wrong…
it is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from
there…you’ll always end up disappointed when you set standards and
define a “right person” for you…and don’t rush things coz somewhere
somehow God is preparing somebody for you.”

Don’t be in a hurry to get into a relationship
because you can never find love
if you insist that you are already into it.
Try to find time to really understand your real feelings,
to know who you really are,
and what you really want in a relationship.
You’re right, there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship, but
there’s a compatible partnership that goes along with it. If you already
knew that you’re too big to fit into a small sized t-shirt, don’t give
it a try. You’ll probably break it and pay for the damages you have
made.

If you knew and felt that the relationship
will not last, don’t go deeper into it.
You’ll just suffer the consequences
and live like hell for the rest of your life.
It’s really hard to say goodbye though,
but you can’t make it any better by just pretending
you still have the same feelings.
Try to let go and give yourself a chance to live life to the fullest.
Give yourself a chance to grow and give your heart a much needed
attention. Then you will find that you have made the right decision and
you made it all by yourself.

We call it love when we can’t leave someone and see
them crying as we try to let go.
We are wrong, it’s just pity.
We call it love when we’re too attached
and think that losing the one we love will somehow
make us weak and unable to face the storms of life.
We misunderstood, its just that we’re
too much dependent to them.
We call it love when we give our whole life to them,
the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave,
no one would accept us and our past.
We are mistaken, its just insecurity.
But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love
isn’t something you can buy or beg. It is real and existing. You can’t
touch it but you can feel it in your heart. You can’t find it, but it
will knock before you when you least expect it to come. It can make you
the happiest soul in heaven, but don’t forget that it can also make you
the most miserable person in the whole galaxy…

every girls letter….i think…..

(read this article from Philippine Daily Inquirer)
very inspiring….
every girls letter….i think….to the man they would love someday…..

Roots and Wings
My daughter’s letter to the man she will love someday
by:Cathy Babao-Guballa (Philippine Daily Inquirer)

RELATIONSHIPS ARE always a difficult terrain to navigate.

As a woman, you spend hours pondering—alone or with your girl friends—the intricacies of the human heart. You always hope and pray that the next generation will get it better than you did.

Below is a letter I found in my daughter’s website (I have her permission to share this). She wrote it to “the man I will someday love.”

I was expecting to read a gushing, romantic, idealistic tome. I was humbled instead by her sentiments. It’s filled with sensible expectations.

I pray that this will make every girl believe that hope does spring eternal, and even if your heart has been broken a few times, you can always put the pieces back together, and make it right the next time around.

Take your time. Don’t rush and don’t just “settle.” If it’s part of His plan, God’s best awaits you out there.

Letter

Dear You,

I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist.

There is a part of every little girl’s heart that envisions her prince charming. At age three, it is usually of a man who can save her from the wrath of an evil stepmother, wake her from eternal slumber or give her that true love’s kiss.

In elementary school, he becomes the boy with the least cooties, the one who’s willing to cross the playground to share his Oreos even if it makes him a target for the week of all the other boys.

Come high school, it’s that boy you stand with at prom, who your father stared down at the door, who provided you with an experience complete with photos you will cringe at a decade later, a corsage that yellows in the refrigerator, and a faded memory of a night that seemed almost too magical to be real.

Nineteen years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am still that same little girl who hopes for her prince charming. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to sweep me off my feet and whisk me off to your palace on horseback, I know that it is probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I could’ve read as a kid.

A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question your existence. Because I have yet to meet the guy who makes me hear songs like “All My Life” or “A Whole New World” in my head when I see him does not mean I don’t hope that it’ll ever happen.

I may already know you or may still meet you someday—something I leave completely up to God because I’m pretty sure our story will be epic.

However, I can’t promise you that I’d make the world’s most perfect princess. In fact I’ll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities—there are a lot of them. I’ll probably steal a bunch of your T-shirts and turn them into shirt dresses, or drive you slightly mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your collar constantly.

I can promise to be your best friend however—that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.

I’ll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but that’ll only be because I absolutely adore you. I’ll bury my head in your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like superman when you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn’t exist. I’ll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your mom.

I’ll respect your nights-out with the boys and make you seem like the perfect guy to my barkada. I’ll watch basketball or soccer games with you, and not complain when you cheer too loudly at the TV set.

I’ll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you—even if it means sitting and playing video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.

I’ll listen to your music and we’ll go on epic adventures together—seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating awesome food, and never running out of things to tell each other along the way.

I won’t be waiting for you to sweep me off my feet and take me on a magic carpet ride, because I know I won’t need anything like that to fall for you—I will love you for you.

You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to lace fingers with when I’m lonely, and to take long walks under the stars with on the beach.

You’ll be the guy who takes me the way I am—and will laugh as I burst into Disney song or pick out pink wallpaper.

You’ll be that someone I envision a future with—us filling out visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our preschooler’s annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.

So to the man I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of the world someday, this man I can’t wait to love. Please know that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you’re out there somewhere, waiting for me, too.

With the hope I will be yours for always,

Me

What LOVE is……….

What LOVE is…
(a friend sent me this)

This is just too cute and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds,

“What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.

See what you think:

When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint
her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even
when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”
– Rebecca – age 8

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You
know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
– Billy – age 4

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.”
– Karl – age 5

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French
fries without making them give you any of theirs.”
– Chrissy – age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”
– Terri – age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and
she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”
– Danny – age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”
– Emily – age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening
presents and listen.”
– Bobby – age 5

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”
– Nikka – age 6

“There are two kinds of love. Our love. God’s love. But God makes both kinds of them.”
– Jenny – age 4

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”
– Noelle – age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still
friends even after they know each other so well.”
– Tommy – age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared.
I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving
and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”
– Cindy – age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else
kissing me to sleep at night.”
– Claire – Age 5

“Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.”
– Elaine – age 5

“Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is
handsomer than Robert Redford.”
– Chris – age 8

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”
– Mary Ann – age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old
clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.”
– Lauren – age 4

“I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she
only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister
because I love her.”
– Bethany – age 4

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little
stars come out of you.”
– Karen – age 7

“Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”
– Mark – age 6

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you
mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”
– Jessica – age 8

remember…..

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