Memories are what keep us going on. Whether be it a good one or a bad one, it motivates us to be a better person than we were before; it gives us lessons to guide us in our decisions in the future. It is also there to help us remember the things that we cherish, the things that we could laugh about, and the events that we have gained wisdom from.
“Honey, where are you?” You shouted. You were always like that, shouting to make me know that you are finally home. That was one of the things that I liked about you. You were like a child who just came home from school, looking for his mom to tell stories that happened for the day and show her how many star stamps his teacher put on his arms.
“In here,” I replied from your study. I was always sitting in your study. It was funny how you already know where I always was, yet you still ask where I am; I loved it. It made me feel important; it made me feel loved. It was as if you were really making sure that I was still here and that if I were not, you would panic.
I was playing Minesweeper on your computer, when you opened the door. I turned to look at you and noticed how you haven’t changed your clothes yet. You only removed your necktie and unbuttoned your long sleeved button up shirt, revealing your muscle shirt. You also had your goofy smile on and your deep brown eyes twinkling as if you did something mischievous.
“Okay, what is it?” I asked as I stood up and walked towards you. I wrapped my arms around your waist and leaned my head on your chest. It was amazing how you managed to still smell so fresh even after a very long day at work everyday.
“Remember that movie you really wanted to see, but we couldn’t because we were going away for the summer?” Ah, yes, I remembered that. I really wanted to watch that movie in the cinemas, but we couldn’t afford it because we went on a vacation in an island somewhere in the Pacific.
“Well,” you continued, “here it is!” Then you gave me a paper bag with the DVD of the movie in it. “I also bought some popcorn.”
“Oh my gosh, I love you so so so much for this,” I said. You were like that, surprising me with sweet little things everyday, and you never fail to disappoint me.
We had a movie marathon that night. I really appreciated that you were so willing to watch it with me even if it was not an action movie, which you really liked. It was a chick flick with cheesy scenarios, which was not your taste and mind you, every movie that we watched was a chick flick. When there was only a piece of popcorn and we argued about it that we had to rewind the movie because we were so busy fighting over a piece of popcorn, which neither of us ate because it fell on the floor. And you were laughing at me because I cried when the first movie ended. When we got so sleepy, we did not even bother moving to our bedroom and left the movie to play until it finished. We didn’t care. We just slept on the sofa beside each other.
I woke up with my muscles aching, probably because of the uncomfortable way of sleeping, and you were not beside me. Then I smelled something good and realized, oh yeah, you were always the one who cooks our breakfast because even if I am a woman, I still burn my eggs. You have always been a great cook. In fact, you were better than me at everything, but you did not shove it in my face. You always helped me to be good at things I was not, which I really loved. You completed me.
Before leaving the house, you told me to prepare and dress nicely before you came home. You told me we were going somewhere fancy. I asked you where, but the only thing you replied was, “It is something for me to know, and you to discover.” So, I did.
The evening came; I was still waiting for you in your study. I was too excited and I kept looking at the grandfather clock every minute, anticipating for you to come home. Then I received a call. It was from you. I was laughing inside my head because I thought it was sweet of you to call as if we were going on our first date, asking if I was ready. When I answered the call, I became weak. The background was too noisy, there were alarms blaring so loud that it hurt my ears. It was not your voice I heard from the other line; it was another’s, asking me where I lived so that they could fetch me. I could not think. The only thing I could reply to them was, “Yes, please.” And the whole night, the only thing I did was cry.
Memories are what help us keep our sanity. It tells us that we, despite the bad things that happen, were still a part of something beautiful. It inspires us to be better for the people that we cherished in the past, that these people would not want us to be miserable, that they wanted us to succeed and move on with our lives.
Memories are what hold us close to the people in the past, that even if they are not physically with us anymore, they still live in our hearts.
These #words are #beautiful. This book is wonderful for it not only discusses about the adventures of the main characters. When you observe the dialogues and the situations closely, you will be able to see that there is something more. #Allegiant #DivergentSeries
Something that I and other people deal with. All I can do is ask for forgiveness and try harder to not let my problems make relationships unbearable to be with.
For the only thing I have known my entire life was how to embrace the darkness of my soul, not how to see the light and dwell in it. #blackandwhite #random
What if Harry and Draco were girls…
…for example, Harriet and Draquesha
… is Draquesha from the ghetto??
GUUUURL, I’LL BE TELLIN MAH DADDY ABOUT DIS FO SHO.
BITCH TRYINA TELL ME SHE KNOW PROPER FRIENDS N’ SHIT.
DIS BITCH TRIFLIN. I STRAIGHT UP OFFERED MY FRIENDSHIP BUT SHE DITCHED MA ASS FOR RHONDA
WHO SHE THINK SHE IS
JUST BECAUSE SHE GOT SHANKED IN THE FACE FROM VOLDEMORT SHE THINK SHE BETTER THAN ME
FUCK THIS HO
reblogging because DRAQEUSHA OH MY GOD
BEST HARRY POTTER GENDERBENT EVER
….rule 63! Draco looks so much like Quinn it’s ridiculous
IT’S BACK AND STILL FUNNY