love is a verb

4 hours of sleep.

stayed up just talking the rest of the day.. about the chinese schools we attended, preparing our water bottles, lunch boxes packed for us, our friends from our childhood, his sister alana,about bullies, about little cousins, our mothers, his papa's driving, my sisters, our grandmothers, coleman water jugs, rock climbing, ghosts, urban legends, a haunted/mystical place in the city called tres marias, pba, basketball, people passing, the war, japanese soldiers, how our grandparents survived war,our fears, things that made me cry, former president magsaysay, our teachers, our last names, i love yous, the work place, our colleagues, pet peeves, school parking, the cities where we grew up in..

today,we did not talk about food. :)

We fall into love hoping that we will not find in the other what we know is in ourselves - all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty, compromise and brute stupidity. We throw a cordon of love around the chosen one, and decide that everything that lies within it will somehow be free of our faults and hence lovable. We locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through union with the beloved, hope somehow to maintain (against evidence of all self-knowledge) a precarious faith in the species.

Title: Essays in Love / a novel
Author: Alain de Botton

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