Sonder (v.)

He asked, "Are you happy being with me?" I said, "Yes." "How about you? Are you happy with me?" He said, "Yes, dear, I am happy with you. I love you so much." I asked him, "Why?" And then, starring at my ceiling, he said, "Why is there always a reason? I mean, you are better. You're not selfish. You're beautiful. You have a great characters and attitude. I am comfortable with you. We clicked. I just want to be with you for the rest of my life." Me, smiling out of joy, "I love you too."

You’re allowed to forget about heartbreak – about the nights you spent crying on the bathroom floor and the days you spent not feeling like enough. It does not grow or expand you to hold onto such painful thoughts – so let them go. Your heart has healed now, in so many ways, and it beats to a completely new tune. You are allowed to forget about your traumas. The injustices done to you by others – the wounds that you are warned not to forget. You are allowed to throw away each label that has been placed on you by the world around you – making you feel weak and stigmatized, rather than replenished and strong. You have shed so many skin cells, so many old lives, in all of the days that have passed. You are a new person and you’re allowed to be. You’re allowed to leave behind who you were. You are allowed to forget about failure. You’re allowed to move forward with confidence, leaving self-doubt and letdowns in the past. You don’t learn any new lessons from agonizing over what has...

As I recall, all my life I wanted to be like him. I want to be smart as him when I reach his age later. I ask him millions of questions, mostly on Communication, Economics or Politics stuffs cause simply we took the same major and we have the same interests. I questioned things about our religion, I even asked him the presence of God. I tried to read the books that he reads, watching what he watched, doing all what he did.  He might be a little tough. Our skin ship game is always at the lowest level. He never hugged me and so do I. He didn't showered his love to me and my other siblings with words like 'I love you' or 'I miss you' or with hugs or kisses, but instead of that he will send me text every night, asking: 'Have you eaten?' 'Did you arrived safely?'  'Where are you? It's late'. . You know that feeling, when your dad waiting for you in the living room when you came home at 1 am? And instead of yelling or angry at ...