He taught me to love...

Today,
I met a certain someone whose beliefs in love surpass time and pain.
One thing I learn from him is not surviving the odds with just pain and wounds but with only faith at hand and the patience of waiting with time....

I watch an old man live his days with only simple things, things that makes him smile and the way he look at the world so beautifully despite the corruption beneath the great blue sky.
Clearly tells me, he wasn’t in a state of denial but trying to paint a beautiful memory of her at heart.

He told me he loved her knowing she’s gone. Even when death came early to invite her to the heavens door, to him it’s a blessing knowing she’s there. At least she didn’t have to go through life being alone like he did. What he saw about life tells one how content he was with the little he had that never stops him from loving her more.

I admire how he always tells me about her. How her smiles makes his heart palpated hard and how hearing her laugh makes music that calms his soul. Even being old, his memories of her are so fresh with colours. Somehow I wish I met someone who would remember me that way... I just know if there ever one person who would, I’m beautiful in every of his memory.

But today on this day that I will always remember...
On his dying last breath, I recall him telling me the night before. How he wished peoples heart wouldn’t change so easily with time passing by. He told me how much he misses her being here and how much he loved life with all the memories of her in it. He was so ever thankful for love, grateful of being loved and lived well to not regret.

He taught me once, that love is to cherish every moment even when being hurt and left there to be alone. Love is happiness that goes beyond giving and sacrifice. He always tell me about how much god loved his people and how he made someone special for everyone. He made me see love that i hated the most.

But still he taught me to love is not easy. I believe in everyone soul, everyone is always waiting...
Waiting for that one person to come and swept you off your feet. And love itself will come with patience and the time we all spent waiting for it to meet us again.