Sweet Serendipity: You see, when you’re in love, you’re changed and nothing can overcome...

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You see, when you’re in love, you’re changed and nothing can overcome the feeling, well not for a while at least. They say perfection doesn’t exist, but it does, it’s there when you fall in love with someone. When you’re in love, suddenly every flaw, every imperfection across their face, every…

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Ang pangalan na nababagay sa pangalan ko. Ang pangalan dapat kong marinig sa tuwing nalulungkot ako. Si Bilvyn po. ‘Yung taong mahal ko :”“”“”> 

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Before I went out with him, I really Loved him. I missed him, but not enough to lose my inner peace. I was having fun and enjoying life with him. The problem came when I began to go out with him. I tasted the sweet honey of a boy’s lip and fell in despair whenever he wasn’t with me. He became an addiction. I couldn’t have fun anymore when I was alone, and whenever he was with me, I wanted to stay with him and don’t let him go. He started feeling uncomfortable with the situation and broke up with me. It was really painful - I had lost my Love. 

You see, people transform Love into an addiction (and sometimes it’s addiction since the beginning) and this creates suffering. If, for example, a guy want to stay with a girl that is addicted to him, he can control her. She becomes his pet. She does everything he wants because if she doesn’t, the guy won’t give her “love” and she suffers. She is addicted to him. He abuses her. Who is to blame? Anyone. She wants that, he wants that and that’s it. Not very pleasant, but many people are like this. That’s NOT Love. Love is self-fulfilling. You don’t NEED other person neither other person NEEDS you. You just want to have fun. If there is a need/attachment, you don’t Love each other, you just want to be with the other to satisfy YOUR “NEED”, what is very selfish…

I absolutely love everything about you. I love how you hold me. I love how you tell me I`m beautiful. I love how you look at me when I say something stupid. I love how you make me happy. I love how you smile when I see you. I love how you laugh when I say something random, or stupid. I love the face you make when I snort or when I laugh. I love how you ask me if I`m alright when I can`t stop laughing. I love how you make me feel. I love how you tell me I look cute.  I love how you talk about music for hours. I love how you say sweet things to me. I love how you whisper in my ear when it`s really quiet. I love how you squeeze me so hard when I hug you. I love how I can talk to you for hours about anything, and you listen, and I listen. I love how we call each other as soon as we wake up. I love how you sound when I wake you up. I love how you want to spend every day with me. I love how you squeeze my hand. I love how you rub my back, and kiss my neck. I love how you lay next to me, and tell me that everything`s perfect. I love how everything is perfect. I love how you see the person I really am. I love how you say we are perfect for each other. I love how you make me cry, but not because I`m upset or sad, or you hurt me, but because you made me the happiest person ever. I love how I wake up in the morning for you. I love how I anticipate seeing you. I love how you kiss me. I love how I look at the empty space in my bed, and wish you were filling it. I love how I get nervous when I see you, but feel more comfortable with you than I do with anyone else. I love how my parents love you. I love how you deal with my picky eating habits. I love how you worry about me, and take care of me. I love how you insist everything will be alright, and make me feel at ease. I love how you keep me warm when I`m cold. I love how you give me weird looks at awkward moments. I love how you stop everything for me. I love how I`m important to you. I love how you make sure I stay in line. I love how I only want to be with you. I love how I only think about you. I love how I stop everything because I get distracted and have to call you. I love how you get jealous. I love how you are when you are with your family. I love being with your family. I love how I can see myself with you forever. I love how we talk about being together forever. I love how you think I have cute feet. I love how you tickle me. I love how you get mad when someone says something to upset me. I just love everything about you.

I know you’ve been hurt, I know how it feels. believe me, I do. But the feeling will pass, the tears will stop falling, your heart will heal itself. I promise you it will, so hold on and don’t let go. Don’t lose hope because I promise you’ll find someone who will treat you right the way, the way he never did. Someone who will never leave you the way he did. He’ll be worth the wait, so hang in there because I love you and I want you to be happy.

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if i had the chance to marry someone right now, it would be you. you insist that you’re not a perfect boyfriend, but for me, you are. you know my ups and downs. you never get tired of listening to my complaints. i feel safe with you, and believe me, it’s so rare that i feel safe with someone. 

with you, it seems that life is easier to understand. you know how to calm me when i’m mad. your personality makes any girl fall for you in an instant and i’m extremely afraid that someone else, someone better and less complicated, would take you away from me. on the other hand, your soothing words make it easy for me to believe that i’m the only one you love. there’s a certain sincerity within you when you talk to me. when i hear your voice, i stop wondering if everything you’re saying is the truth.

i trust you. that’s the most important of all. all secrets revealed, no lies said. you’re different from all the guys out there. i know that you wouldn’t fail me. and i hope i’m right this time.

• Nanay kung magalit.
• Best friend kung mangulit.
• At parang asawa kung magmamahal.

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“You will fall in love with someone who annoys you, whose orgasm face looks and feels pathetic. Despite all of this, there’s something keeping you drawn to them, something that makes you want to protect them from the harsh world. What you fail to realize, however, is that you are the harsh world. You aren’t their noble protector — you are someone to be protected from but it takes a lot of dates, a lot of nights where you question whether or not you are actually a good person, for this to ever resonate with you. When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved less?

You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.

You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.

You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”

You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PSYCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.

You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.

This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.

So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now.

—  THE TYPES OF PEOPLE YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH IN YOUR 20S BY RYAN O’CONNELL