Poem About Love And Sacrifice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Kaya kampante ako. I remember na after that leaving scenery of ours. Nagdecide ako. And 'yon ang hindi ko pagsisisihan. Because it's not for me but for our relationship. I need to sacrifice because that's love. It is not love when your not hurting, sacrificing. Hindi ko na iniisip ang byahe, ang gasoline. Dahil sa kaniya naman ako uuwi, kahit traffic pa iyan, as long as siya ang uuwian ko wala ang lahat ng iyan.

Binigyan siya ng huling yakap. I admire my grandma and grandfather's love story. Kahit hindi si lolo ay mahal niya pa rin ito. We grew up with her principles. Kahit na masama ang nangyari sa aking pamilya ay paniniwala ko pa rin ang kanyang mga sinasabi sa amin. I remember she told me before. Love is not only a commitment. It also requires sacrifice.

She immediately opened it and saw a shirt and shorts including an undergarment. Sa paglabas ni Maria ng mga damit, nahulog ang kapirasong papel. 'Maria, I thank you for trusting me with a short period of time. This one night made me realize that, if you truly love someone, you need to set them free. Love is genuinely a mix of sacrifice and selflessness. And by this time, gagawin ko na ang hiling mo. I will forget everything about us, everything about you. You are the biggest lesson I have ever learned in my life. We were like cigarettes, it would burn, it would give you satisfaction, it would make you addicted but in the end, we became smoke, everything will fade away. Please take care of yo

Kahit noong nawala siya sa akin at nagsinungaling siya para protektahan ako, hindi niya ako kailanman iniwan. "Ikaw na palaging pinapagod ng ugali ko, pero ni minsan hindi napagod sa akin. You, who gave me your all when I didn't offer anything, how am I supposed to say to leave everything just for me? I don't want you to do that, Ismael. You don't have to sacrifice a part of yourself just to show how much you love me. It is my turn now. I will prove to you that everything you did will not be forsaken. I will always be by your side, even if it costs my life."

“And I’ll never let you fall..” His words pierced through my soul— as if it was an arrow— tainted with a poisonous edge, intoxicating me. Ngayon ay hindi ko na maikakaila ang nararamdaman ko. Nagugustuhan ko na si Javi.. Lumamlam ang mga mata niya habang nakatitig sa akin, nanunuyo, nang-aakit at nagpapakatotoo. “Making love out of nothing at all..”

“At nagsisisi ako Ma. Pinagbayaran ko naman ‘di ba?” “I know but we can’t force her to love you again especially since she is in love with someone else–” “Ma! She isn’t in love with someone else. Ako pa rin ang mahal niya!” giit niya. Bumuntong hininga ang ginang, “You better win her back. But if she won’t, let her be. Masyado mo siyang dinurog noon. Karapatan niya ring sumaya ngayon because as I’ve said before, love is sacrifice. Love is letting your love be happy even if it no longer includes you.”

It was the love she wished her child would always remember—not the tears, not the distance, not the darkness that slowly consumed her. She painted this knowing it would be her last masterpiece. A final confession without words. A promise sealed in light. On her daughter’s last birthday with her, she gave this painting as a gift, not wrapped in ribbons, but in everything she had left. It was her way of saying: Even when I was falling apart, loving you was the one thing I never failed at. The golden glow does not represent happiness. It represents sacrifice. A mother choosing love, even as loneliness swallowed her whole.

Bakit sila pa kung pwede naman ako na malapit na ring mamatay? Ano ba ang ginawa ko para maranasan ang lahat ng 'to? What sin did I committed to suffer like this? Is it the love towards that man before? Kung kasalanan ang magmahal, mas pipiliin ko na lang siguro ang mawala sa mundo kaysa maparusahan nang dahil lang sa pagmamahal. Love didn't do anything. "B-baste... sunduin mo si K-kuya sa airport. H-he's still there and waiting for you." Sabi ko sa kaniya habang nakakatitig sa mata niya.

When he nodded, I then told the word I had read in which book. “Love acts like a rubber band that when you let go of the other end, the other would be hurt badly. We are responsible for writing our life's love story, and only we could decide on what to write in its pages.” I told him too. He sighed. Alam kong naintindihan niya, he sacrifice his own happiness, para lamang sumaya ang babaeng mahal niya.

Rain slid down my temples. “No,” he repeated, sharper this time. “Do not make that beautiful in your head. This is not sacrifice. This is not saving him. This is Ruin using your death as a weapon.” My lips trembled. Because some stupid part of me had thought it. That if I had to go, at least it was for Caelan. At least I loved him. And there, lying in the street with my blood mixing with rainwater, I finally admitted it. I loved Caelan Vasquez.