dannyhiga

She is not your sunshine, she is not your moon. She’s nothing more than your eclipse. She will be gone within a blink of an eye; she will be not be back tomorrow, nor the day after. Run outside excitedly like a kid hearing the ice cream truck. Greet her with your deep blue eyes and your pearly white smile. Look her in her eyes and tell her she’s beautiful. Appreciate the time she’s given you. When she’s gone and the sun is shining, your shadows, the constant reminder of her, will never leave you. You’ll hang your head. From time to time you’ll look up in the sky in search of her. The sun is shining but you’re still not happy. It’s not the same. Admit you miss her. Wait for her even if it takes months or years. She’ll come back. Cherish her. When the pain of absence is worth a single second of happiness, That. Is. Love. 

I know times get hard. I know sometimes you look around and feel alone. That the warmth of your jacket isn’t the warmth you weren’t ever looking for. That your frostbitten fingers will make you feel like you’ve lost touch with everyone around you, including yourself. Your pockets wont do you justice. Take your precious hands and hold mine. Life will go on and depression is just a season. Winter will pass; the snow will melt and the flowers will bloom. Spring is just around the corner and summer follows too. You don’t have to go through it alone. You don’t have to go through it alone. You don’t have to go through it alone.

I’m not so much of a person who likes settling down and getting attached to things. I don’t see myself living in one place for the rest of my life. I like traveling. I like trying new things and learning about different cultures. I’m okay with repetitive things, and doing things more than once. But if I had the opportunity to try something new, I would take it. Sure, I’ll move to another country even if I have no clue how to speak their language. Part of life is learning how to adapt. Part of life is learning and there is always room for more. It’d be nice to live in a city for one or two years of my life then move onto the next one. Life is far too short to only experience only a billionth of what this world has to offer. 

It’s crazy how we have this whole world twisted. How the crazy, mentally ill, people have more of a grasp of reality than us people who are supposed to be completely sane. The fact that we can think straight acts more of a barrier into progressing, making our thoughts and more importantly our actions, insane beyond belief. It’s sad how we’re so blind. It’s sad that the monstrosity of the weak gives them a blessing of tainted knowledge while also a curse of inability to control their inner minds. Very, very sad that the one’s who have it the worst are the one’s who see it the best. What’s worse is that our perspective of them being completely sick in their minds is very ironic. We, as people, are stuck in a fantasy world while they live in reality. We’ve had it backwards all along. 

What’s worse than not having a significant other is not having a best friend. Knowing you have no one to turn to when you need someone the most. Sure, other friends can always be there, but they don’t bring you to that comfort level for which you’d even want to run to them and open up. Normal friends are always missing that something. Your best friend is the reassuring feeling that lets you know that you’re always not alone. The one’s that will most likely outlast any of your relationships. It’s just nice knowing you’ll always have someone by your side. This world is just far too hard to take on by yourself. 

How do you go on to tell your very own mother that you want to permanently move away from home. That it’s finally time to grow up and start living your own life somewhere else. That you’re better off somewhere remotely far away from her physically. The only woman in your life who loved you and will forever love you through thick and thin. That her baby needs to fulfill the responsibilities as an adult. Alone. Without her. Technically stating that she is no longer needed. It’s heartbreaking and it is life. The cycle of love that is inevitable in every situation. 

I will always love you, mom. You will always be the only girl I need as I will do anything and everything for you as for you’ve done for me. But I need to live my own life. Struggle my own battles and win my own wars. It’s time. I’m sorry if this is selfish, but I know you gave me a life to live it and make the best of it. You don’t need to worry about me as you know you’ve raised your child well. I will be fine even at my lowest. And I’ll think of you when I’m at my highest. Again, I love you. Take care. 

It’d be really cute to have your significant other pick you up at the airport from a trip or a visit. Even picking you up after a long day at school or work is noteworthy. It’s just those little things where you’d be so physically and emotionally exhausted that seeing them will completely turn your mood around. It’s one of those things that’ll make you completely realize how special you are to them and they are to you. How lucky you are in general. It’s just really, really nice.