That kind of Love

                     “That kind of love I witness growing up with my parents 

                     is not that kind of love everyone imagined. If there’s one 

                     thing I can describe that love, maybe an understatement. 

                    It is where my mom cried some of those nights. It is where 

                   I can’t ask if she’s okay or not. It is that kind of love that gets

                    lonelier every single time. It’s painful to bear. To watch my 

                     favorite person in the world wasn’t able to have that kind 

                   of love she deserve. I know that she does, despite here flaws 

                 and imperfections. And I felt confused how people wasn’t able

                     to see that part of you that should be loved, rather than           

                                                          abandoned. 

                      Then there’s this fear.. That fear of losing that feeling. 

                 Despite those hopes inside me, I don’t think I can be hopeful 

             to think the same way again. Because love is not all about being    

            there for another person, I think its how seeing deeply and feeling 

             it entirely on how that person was being made. And as a person 

         who have her walls, it would be impossible to love that kind not until 

             that person destroyed those boundaries inside her because in the 

          end, it’s about embracing the pain entirely and that’s where love will        

                                         enter again and this.. is no poetry”