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heavy, and feeling about to cry, every time i here this Whitney Houston song, not because i can remember someone who broke my heart , but, because i always hear this song when i was a still a kid.
i miss being a ten year old once again.
to play dolls with my girl friends, imitate our moms in their very red lipstick and wear their high heeled shoes three times bigger than our feet, molding clay with our bare hands in different colors.
i miss being a ten year old once again,
because life was so much simple then, no heart aches, no rejections and failures.
and, much more, i'm with the presence of every one i value most in my life, my mom, my dad, my brother and my sister. The few people i miss so much now while sitting here and writing this blog.
as a kid,
we wanna grow up so fast and do the things the old people do. we are so curios to explore the world and experience the truth in life. And now, that i'm here, i now can attest to my self that the old people were right. that we should cherish being young, for when we grow up, we wanna be young again.
"Ever since I met you ,You're the only love I've known ,And I can't forget you ,Though I must face it all alone "
all at once, i wanna be young again and experience the comfort of life with THEM, my so called family.
i miss all of you, so much.
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