Love Letters

To the man I love,

            Sorry for I always hurt you.

            Those myriad arguments I ignited merely reflect my frustration to express myself. Those tears I often shed spoke the pails of words I failed to say.

            Stupid. That I was.

            Our past is ridiculous. Or should I say this impulsive hard-headed girl made the past ridiculous?

            All you have made is to protect me. All you have persisted to do is to guide me.

            Young as I was, I failed to realize those.

            All I have done is to fight with you whenever you try to start giving me directions and advices. I uttered you painful words. But, you just let me talk. I heard nothing from you. Then after my desperately anguish monologue, I cry. I cry after realizing that again, I hurt you.

            I was an immature trying hardly to be mature.

            Nonetheless, thank you for the lesson you have taught me in your silence. Thank you for the freedom from your silence for I was able to see and live the world. Thank you for the freedom from your silence for I was able to go in those strange trips where I have learned the things I have might not known inside my comfort zone. Thank you for the freedom from your silence for I was able to grow and be more mature than I was.

            Thank you for the freedom from your silence for I have learned the way on how to be at peace with the world.

            Your rebellious girl has already learned her lesson.

To the woman I love,

            You never fail to amaze me. You are always as “woman” as ever before.

            I can’t imagine what my life would be without you. I can’t think of how to appreciate things in this world not having you as my standard.

            You are my woman. You always have that strength to let me live.

            You are my woman. You always have that power to lighten my road in my journey.

            You are my woman. You always have that sweet smile to welcome and charge me with new energy from my tiring day.

            You are my woman. You always have those serene eyes to see those problems I hide within me.

            You are my woman. You always have those arms to embrace me whenever I feel down. You always have those hands to lend me when I feel so weak to stand from my mistakes.

            Only you know what my weaknesses are for you are my only woman.

            I wish I could also be like you, a strong, powerful, sweet, caring and loving woman.

            I am indeed thankful for having you as the gift of my life.

            Thank you for letting me live this wonderful world. Thank you for teaching me the art of life.

            The days continue to pass making you almost tired of being a superwoman.

            May you give me this time the chance to stand from the comfortable seat you had given me and allow yourself to experience that comfort you have worked hard for so many years?

To the man and woman I love,

The bud has blossomed

through the blessing of the sun

through the touch of the rain

The bud has blossomed

to give happiness

to share wonders

The bud has blossomed

and will live its Personal Legend

of painting the art of life

called LOVE.

To the man and woman I love,

thank you.

Lovingly,

Your child

* Advanced graduation gift for my parents :)