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𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

One that would love me as much as I loved them. Unconditionally

"When did you get so wise." "When I started loving you."

Even when they were present, they existed like we were nothing more than strangers sharing the same space. To be honest, I don’t think they have a true grasp of what the word means either. The first time I heard the word was in a movie when I was six. I remember being confused and turning to my nanny to ask what it meant. She said, “Love is what you feel for someone close to you. It’s wanting the best for that person, sometimes even at the expense of yourself. It’s a deeper form of liking someone.” I frowned. “How do you know when you love someone?”

After checking na okay lang talaga ako, tsaka niya ako iniwan para busugin ang mata ko sa napakagandang experience na ‘to. How can I unlove you? When all you do is everything I love about you?

I said calmly, this is the psychology of things, and this is how it works, the calmer someone talks, the anxious people like my aunt and cousin will be. And as expected, they both slammed the table and stood up. Aunt Vane walked towards me roaring, “how stupid you are getting, you must have forgotten my teaching, let me remind them.” She adjusted her hands and raised her hand hard, like she always does. Like she always did. But oh dear, those times are over.

"So that whenever we shared these intimate moments, I would always feel that I have fallen in love with you over and over again. Like how I first fell in love with you." Kane's gaze was soft. He brought my hand to his lips. "Mmh. I like that way too. I want you to fall in love with me every day." Ah. It feels so great to have your love reciprocated. I do really like Kane so so much. I think Kane could see it in my eyes as well. "Did you remember that time when I said I would answer differently?" Kane suddenly opened a topic. "Hmm?" I tried to recall what he said.

AND LOVE with your whole heart. Hugs and Love everyone, Sapphirian J

"I suggest you talk with him, make things clear, and move on. However, I want you to know that I am always here for you." Mimie's mouth concaved down as her magnified eyes teared up. "Oh no, don't do that, you'll end up making me cry too. Come here." "Oh, Gigi, I love yo-you. Thank you for-for being there," she whispered. "I love you too, Mims. Just don't leave me in the desert without water next time, promise?" They both chuckled and later on broke the hug. "Promise," Mimie weakly smiled. "There's som-something you should kn—"

Fear came naturally after that. Control became everything. Control meant predictability. Clean decisions. No surprises. It helped me forget the chaos Rose and her sister dragged into our world. Almost. There was one memory that refused to fade. Zena. Even thinking her name tightened something in my chest. Years had passed, yet her face remained sharp in my mind, her voice lingering in memories I never invited back. It irritated me more than I wanted to admit. I never figured out what she had been to me. Love felt too soft for something that unsettled me this deeply. Hate felt dishonest. Attraction felt too small for the weight she carried inside my head.