I didn’t realize that my heart could break more than once…


Here’s the truth…

I am sorely missing Tagaytay, teaching and my kids. It’s been extra hard these past few days because missing them has accelerated to a point that it absolutely hurts.

I thought I’d be fine by now but just like on the day that they left, my heart is breaking into little pieces.

In a way, it’s a good thing because it reminds me of what love feels like and how I was capable of loving people other than my own flesh and blood (Told you i’m not a monster!) and it reminded me of the pact I made of loving people more and seeing the good. I have not been as inspired but maybe this is what I needed to refuel my passion.

oh, what i would give to have those wonderful days back<3