By: Clarisse P. Inao
No, you’re wrong. I won’t post anything on my Facebook. I won’t even hope that you’ll give me flowers, or chocolates, or sing me songs just for me to have something to capture and share to the world. I do hope also, that you’ll not wish for me to do the same because I’m not that kind of person.
You see, once, I even told myself that I was born in the wrong era. I longed for the past my grandparents are fond of telling me about. Those days when personal feelings are so sacred that one has to bear too much inner-struggle before he can express himself to another person. I wished I was lucky enough to witness how people valued the words ‘I love you’ back then, with purity, how they say it with so much honesty; because it’s supposed to be said at the time when you really mean it the most.
But maybe I have to come to terms with the fact that I have to compromise to this world. I have to accept that it will never be easy to prove my love to you, not because you’re hard to please, but because sometimes the world is throwing too much pressure on people. Love then, is a feeling. Love today needs evidence, otherwise, it’s not true. How cruel right?
Yet, I love you enough to open my arms to this world. I love you enough to step a little outside my comfort zone, my shell, even just for a day to tell you how much you mean to me. I will write my love, send it to you, hoping against hope that you’ll read it, praying that you’ll believe it because it’s the truth.
I love you enough to be brave and fight all these fears. For once, I will unlock this love inside me for all the world to see here.
