"Once in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false-imagining, an unreal character, but looking through the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature, - loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.”
- Harriet Beecher Stowe
Dear you,
I’ve always wondered what everyone feels. You are not me. I am not you. Yet somehow, we’re basically the same.
We want to feel needed and significant. We constantly crave attention. Though sometimes we deny it, we love a hug or a pat on the back. We love stealing a glance at that one person we want but can never have. At night, we wish we are sleeping next to someone who means the world to us.
We hate it when we are not appreciated. We get hurt if we can’t obtain what we desire. We feel worthless when the people we love, walk out on us. And though we have a heart that never gets exhausted of loving, we also have the same heart that gets weary from waiting and expecting.
We want to know someone else has felt all of these, too.
I don’t have my own pad yet. I still haven’t been to Machu Picchu. But I’m happy with what I have right now. And whoever you are, in case you chance upon this, would you do this small favor for me - embrace life, wear a smile often, listen to a Yiruma song, tell someone you love that they matter, say thank you, if you hurt someone say you’re sorry, do the things that scare you and don’t be afraid to follow your heart sometimes.
That’s my only birthday wish… that you find happiness too.
Take care.
Frenz Fries
PS.
Joint birthday treat namin ni Manay.
