Quotes of the day #207

When you find her,

tell her not a day goes by

when I do not think of her

That girl who thinks you are

everything she asked for

when you bounce her off the walls

and she cries

tell her I cry with her too

The sound of drywall crunching into itself

as it’s beaten with her head

also lives in in my ears

tell her to run to me

I have already unscrewed

my front door off its frame

opened all the windows

inside there is a warm bath running

She does not need your kind of love

I am proof she will get out

and find her way back to herself

If I could survive you

so will she

stand up against domestic violence

What Love Looks Like

What does love looks like?

The therapist asks one week after the breakup

and I’m not sure how to answer that question

except for the fact that I thought love looked so much like you

That’s when it hit me

and I realized how naive I had been

to place an idea so beautiful on the image of a person

as if anybody on this entire earth could encompass all love represented

as if this emotion seven billion people tremble for would look like a five foot eleven medium-sized brown-skinned guy

who likes eating frozen pizza for breakfast

What does love looks like?

The therapist asks again

This time interrupting my thoughts mid sentence and at this point I’m about to get up and walk right out the door

except I paid far too much money for this hour

so instead I take a piercing look at her

the way you look at someone when you’re about to hand it to them

Lips pursed tightly preparing to launch into conversation

Eyes digging deeply into theirs

searching for all the weak spots they have hidden somewhere

Hair being tucked behind the ears

as if you have to physically prepare for a conversation on the philosophies or rather disappointments of what love looks like

Well

I tell her

I don’t think love is him anymore

If love was him

he would be here, wouldn’t he?

If he was the one for me

Wouldn’t he be the one sitting across from me?

If love was him, it would have been simple

I don’t think love is him anymore I repeat

I think love never was

I think I just wanted something

was ready to give myself to something I believed was bigger than myself

and when I saw someone who could probably fit the part

I made it very much my intention to make him my counterpart

And I lost myself to him

he took and he took

wrapped me in the word special

until I was so convinced he had eyes only to see me

hands only to feel me

a body only to be with me

Oh, how he emptied me

How does that make you feel?

Interrupts the therapist

Well I said

It kind of makes me feel like shit

Maybe we’re all looking at it wrong

We think it’s something to search for out there

something meant to crash into us

on our way out of an elevator

or slip into our chair at the cafe somewhere

appear at the end of an aisle at the bookstore

looking the right amount of sexy and intellectual

But I think love starts here

everything else else is just desire and projection

of all our wants needs and fantasies

But those externalities could never work out

if we didn’t turn inward and learn

How to love ourselves in order to love other people

Love does not look like a person

Love is our actions

Love is giving all we can

even if it’s just the bigger slice of cake

Love is understanding

We have the power to hurt one another

but we are going to do everything in our power

to make sure we don’t

love is figuring out all the kind sweetness we deserve

and when someone shows up

saying they will provide it as you do

But their actions seem to break you

rather than build you

Love is knowing whom to choose

That Someone

Find and love someone..

Who will never get tired of kissing you every day;

Who will hug you when you’re jealous;

Who will understandingly keep silent when you’re mad;

Who will squeeze your hand when you’re not in the mood;

Who will plan and imagine the future with you in it;

And when you find that someone, just…

Never let go!

Decision

“I’m sorry, ma’am, your baby doesn’t look good. How about just let it go?”

The young mother-to-be not even 16 weeks pregnant was shocked beyond words. She worked in Malang (a city in Indonesia) for the first 12 weeks of her pregnancy. Her husband works out of the city and her mother is visiting a relatives in the other island. She went to see the gynecologist alone. This is her first pregnancy, the first thing that she’ll die fighting for.

“No, doctor. I won’t do abortion. I won’t give up and I won’t let my baby give up that easily.”

She went home, fighting her fear, nurturing the baby inside her womb. 

Against all odds, 5 months after, I was born.

That lady was my mother.

If she never gave up on me, 

If she always believe in me, 

Why would I stop fighting?

P.S: This story isn’t about me. It’s about a young lady that’s funny, smart, amazing young lady and I’m proud to call her my friend. And all the credit should goes to her. 😊