You know what? Don't bother to read. Hahaha.
Because it's too... emotional.
But if you insist, douzo.
Okay so I just finished watching P.S. I Love You, but this was not the three hundredth time I've watched this--this was my first. I'm so late, right? I know! But whatever. (Why three hundred? Gerard Butler!)
I just finished crying right now and I can't stop feeling like I have to write something: I miss my mom.
I know the story revolves around Holly and her dead husband's letters guiding her to get back to life, but what really got me was when she went to her mother and Patricia said, "You know what's the worst thing for a parent, second after losing your child? Watching your child head for the same life you had... and you can't stop it." That made me burst into tears I couldn't even get back to the story minutes after that. Moms all around the world are one of a kind: they want the best for their children.
My mom is one of them. Duh, I know.
I so know that she wants the best for me and my sister and my brother, and she and Dad would do anything for us to be happy. And they really are doing everything for the sake of us three. We didn't come from a rich family, but they allowed me to study abroad just because I said I wanted to. And because they believe I can do this and that I won't do anything that I shouldn't, I think.
Oh my God I don't know what to say or what to write... I miss them so much. I want to tell them how much I love them and how grateful I am for everthing that they have done for me and my siblings, but somehow I can't quite say what I mean. Texting them "I love you" or writing it on their Facebook walls are not enough, but somehow I can't really tell them face-to-face, even though I know that's the best thing to do to make them understand that I want the best for them, too.
I sometimes lose my ways and I get angry at them at some points, and I'm sorry about the bad times I brought. I'm sorry I disappointed them more than one times. I'm sorry I had ever made them sad and angry and worried. I want them to always be happy but why can't I do that? I mean I know we humans live no perfect lives, but why can't I prove what I say? I've always wanted them to be happy yet I do things that they don't want me to do... Or I don't do things they expect me to do.
I miss them so much. I love you, Bunda. I love you, Ayah. You are the best people in my entire life, and I know it. I want you to know it, I really do. Can you forgive me for everything I have done wrong? I can't promise you I won't ever do wrong things anymore because I'm not even halfway through life and to make it there, there are still some mistakes I need to make so I will understand life better, but I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Oh, how I really do.
Thanks, thanks, thanks. Thank you. Very much.
I love you so much.
PS: Now I started crying again! Genius.
But if you insist, douzo.
Okay so I just finished watching P.S. I Love You, but this was not the three hundredth time I've watched this--this was my first. I'm so late, right? I know! But whatever. (Why three hundred? Gerard Butler!)
I just finished crying right now and I can't stop feeling like I have to write something: I miss my mom.
I know the story revolves around Holly and her dead husband's letters guiding her to get back to life, but what really got me was when she went to her mother and Patricia said, "You know what's the worst thing for a parent, second after losing your child? Watching your child head for the same life you had... and you can't stop it." That made me burst into tears I couldn't even get back to the story minutes after that. Moms all around the world are one of a kind: they want the best for their children.
My mom is one of them. Duh, I know.
I so know that she wants the best for me and my sister and my brother, and she and Dad would do anything for us to be happy. And they really are doing everything for the sake of us three. We didn't come from a rich family, but they allowed me to study abroad just because I said I wanted to. And because they believe I can do this and that I won't do anything that I shouldn't, I think.
Oh my God I don't know what to say or what to write... I miss them so much. I want to tell them how much I love them and how grateful I am for everthing that they have done for me and my siblings, but somehow I can't quite say what I mean. Texting them "I love you" or writing it on their Facebook walls are not enough, but somehow I can't really tell them face-to-face, even though I know that's the best thing to do to make them understand that I want the best for them, too.
I sometimes lose my ways and I get angry at them at some points, and I'm sorry about the bad times I brought. I'm sorry I disappointed them more than one times. I'm sorry I had ever made them sad and angry and worried. I want them to always be happy but why can't I do that? I mean I know we humans live no perfect lives, but why can't I prove what I say? I've always wanted them to be happy yet I do things that they don't want me to do... Or I don't do things they expect me to do.
I miss them so much. I love you, Bunda. I love you, Ayah. You are the best people in my entire life, and I know it. I want you to know it, I really do. Can you forgive me for everything I have done wrong? I can't promise you I won't ever do wrong things anymore because I'm not even halfway through life and to make it there, there are still some mistakes I need to make so I will understand life better, but I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Oh, how I really do.
Thanks, thanks, thanks. Thank you. Very much.
I love you so much.
PS: Now I started crying again! Genius.