Recently I realize… I’ve been learning how to love others since the day I was born thirty years ago. I’ve learned how to love as a daughter, a sister, a friend, a colleague, or as a girl who falls in love.
I’ve learned how to tell people how I feel, knowing that silence is in fact not always golden.
I’ve learned to accept that I’m not perfect, and neither is anyone else.
I’ve learned to fight for the people I love, I even fight myself just to keep that feeling alive inside my heart.
I’ve learned to never give up easily on the people I care about.
I’ve learned to not forget someone’s else good deed just because one mistake they did.
I’ve learned that to love is to take and to give, equally, and to love is to be less selfish than I once was.
I’ve learned to give people their second chances.
I’ve also learned how far I should go knowing that I should also love myself enough to walk away everytime I realize I deserve better.
I’ve learned to forgive, to let go, and be okay with it.
I’ve learned to heal myself from a heartbreak and to love again. To believe in humanity, again.
I’ve learned how blessed and loved that I really am. And I cannot ask for more.