MiChie Mich BLogs

It was a great love story indeed. Thank you for loving me and letting me loved you. Even if it hurts when it ended still I am greatful because it teached me a very important lesson. That love is magical and mysterious. Love is sacrifice. Love is pain. Love is everything. Love is you and the moment it ended ,the darkest hours started. But still I became the better version of myself because of you. Goodluck and Godbless you. 😊  Ang Ex, hindi kaaway. Siya yong taong nakasama mong gumawa ng masasayang ala-ala sa nakaraan, pero hindi na parte ng buhay mo sa kasalukuyan, pwedeng siya ang dahilan kung bakit ka nasasaktan pero siya yong rason kung bakit marami kang natutunan. Sabi nga nila The end of love, is not the end of life. It should be the beginning of understanding that..LOVE ENDS FOR A REASON AND ENDS WITH A LESSON. 😍💝💖💞

Naalala ko 'nun sabi ng teacher ko, "May dalawang klase ng pagmamahal. Iyong pagmamahal na nanatili, at iyong pagmamahal na umalis pero bumalik." and then she asked the class, "Alin sa dalawang pag-ibig kayang iyon ang totoo?" and then all of my classmates answered, "Iyong nanatili po!" ngumiti lang yung teacher namin and then she tell us a story. Sabi niya, "May dalawang magkasintahan. Iyong unang magkasintahan ay labis na nagmamahalan. Iyong tipong hindi nila kayang pakawalan ang isa't-isa. Iyong isang magkasintahan naman, they both believe that love isn't just about holding on at kaya nilang palayain ang isa't-isa for them to be a better person for each other. One day, pareho silang na involved sa isang banggaan ng bus at truck. Nahulog yung sinasakyan nilang bus sa bangin. Yung dalawang babae, nasa bingit ng kamatayan at tanging mga kamay nalang nung mga lalaking mahal nila ang kinakapitan nila. Yung naunang magkasintahan na hindi ...

 For you. For me. Although I may fill this page with too many words that will make your "head hurt", there are only six words that you need to tuck into a file in your brain where your heart can always retrieve them: I am sorry. I love you. I am sorry for all the times I got it wrong. There were so many, many times. I am sorry. We are very different, you and me, and that is not a bad thing at all, it just means what works for me may not work for you and it took a long time for me to figure that out. In fact, some days I still get it wrong. I am sorry for the times that I get it wrong, for the times that I get you wrong. I am sorry for the times I pushed too hard, too far. For the times I pushed you before you were ready, before it was your time. Yes, watching you struggle to keep up with your peers was hard, so sometimes I pushed you as much for you as I did for me. I am sorry. I am sorry for the times I didn't push enough. The times I thought it would be ...

When I became a mom I had such a clear vision of how our life would unfold. I would be your guide and you would learn all of your life skills from me. I would lead by example and teach you to say please and thank you and model good behavior… but things don’t always go quite like we planned, now do they son? Little did I know that you would be the one teaching me. You’ve taught me how to love. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. I would bare every hurt you’ve ever felt and prevent any pain from entering your precious life if I could. But I know I can’t. So instead, I’ll be by your side to comfort you and pick you back up when life knocks you down. You’ve taught me patience. I used to get antsy when having to wait for anything. But sudden changes in your schedule, without prior notice, can be very stressful for you. I’ve learned I can do simple things like giving you a visual reminder, a five minute warning or setting a timer to help you to be less anxious. I’ve learne...

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