I Wanna Know What Love Is Romane & Geschichten

Pero hindi ko rin sigurado kung love naba itong nararamdaman ko o paghanga lang. “Hindi ko alam eh. Ano ba ang pakiramdam ng in-love? Paano mo ba malalaman kung love naba iyon?” sagot ko “Siguro pag naramdaman mong special na sya para sayo. Yung unang kita mo palang may special kanang naramdaman para sa kanya. Yung masaya ka kapang nakikita mo sya at nakakasama. Yung hindi mo namamalayan na parang nasasaktan ka kapag may nakita kang kasama siyang iba. Para sa akin, yun nayun.”

Pinikit ko ang aking mga mata at sinabayan siya sa chorus ng kanyang kinakanta. “Kaya naman dito ka sa piling ko. Oh, dito ka lang. Dito ka lang. Bumabagal ang ikot ng mundo kapag ika'y nariyan, oh aking tahanan.” Ano nga ba ang pagmamahal? Ano ang nararamdaman kapag ikaw ay ang mamahal? Pero sabi nga ng anak ko, love is a powerful feeling to feel towards a person. Love is when you value them and give them worth. Love is sharing burdens with them. Love is being by their side during their ups and downs and I…

saad ko bago sumilay ang ngisi sa aking labi ay nakangiti na siya nang sambitin ko 'yon. Immanuel has always guided me toward what was right and true. I used to think that love was something simple, something you could learn from books. But maybe I wasn't entirely correct about that. Maybe love is subjective, each person possesses their own definition of it. Immanuel has taught me what maturity in love means, and has shown me that love isn't always decorated with rainbows and sugar. We have endured so many things together, experiences that have shaped us both.

I just want you to talk him regarding this issue. "We already did. Hindi lang naging maganda. I need to stop seeing him kahit ilang araw lang." I cannot remind him his feelings he never knew. I cannot teach him love, because it is self-discovery. Gaya kung papaano ko iyon natutunan. Love is making someone happy even if it is uncomfortable. Love is not demanding for equality, because who cares when the one you love is happy?

Siya lang at wala ng iba. "What is love?" Hindi ko alam kung bakit ito ang lumabas sa bibig ko habang nagbabasa ng libro at ang tinanong ko ay wala naman sa binabasa ko. Nandito ako sa opisina ng Tito Franco ko. Wala kaming pasok sa last period at hinihintay ko na lang si Shemaia. "Love? Well.. love is a deeply committed and connected to someone, isa na rin yan sa mga nababasa ko at napatunayan ko."

And this man… this man taught me how to love again… Love… I never knew that a 4 letter word could carry so many meanings. Madali lang sa akin noon na amining mahal ko ang isang tao. Pero as time passes by, I came to realize that that isn't love at all. It's nothing like love. It's just infatuation and it confuses you, making you jump into conclusions, and make it love. Love is a different kind of feeling that no one else could explain. No other words can explain love. You can just feel it and see it. And I'm staring at mine right now…

I guess that's the power of love, and the feeling of being in love. ******

Red is the color of love. Heart is the symbol of it. But how people describe and define it—sometimes,confuses me. "It's a pleasure that you make time to dine with us again Ansel"my father look at the man beside my mom and infront of me.Bahagya ko siyang nilingon at nakita kaagad ang tingin niya.

Tanong ko. "Because I want to." Aniya tsaka natawa habang hinahaplos ang pisngi ko. "I want to get rid all the pain inside your heart, My Love. Masyado ka na nasaktan kaya hinding-hindi ko na hahayaan na maramdaman mo ulit 'yon. Matagal na kitang gusto damayan sa sakit na nararamdaman mo kaya ngayong may pagkakataon na ako, hindi na ako aalis sa tabi mo."