Analogy

People have things to accept, to let go, and to keep.
I have us, him, and her.

What is worst for me?

To not be loved by the girl I admire is bearable.
But to be fooled by a guy confessing his love for me, that's the worst.

Mothers Know Best

During the darkest times that I lock myself up in my room, my mom would always knock on my door, and if she doesn't hear a response from me, she'd come in, and would sit on my side. No words. She'll just stay. Maybe to let me know that I'm not alone. I hugged her and she started asking, "lovelife?" I nodded, but didn't go into details. I didn't notice that I was already asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, a complete breakfast was already waiting for me in the table. I smiled upon seeing my toasted bread filled with tuna spreads and a hot coffee. There were also two breads wrapped separately, i knew they were my baon. I smiled.

Moms know best, really. And my mom, knows me best.