Felipa

May 14, 2006

I am in love with a woman named Felipa.

She may not be the most gorgeous girl but she is sweet and caring like no other woman on earth.

When I speak to her, I have all the attention that a boy deserves. She listens through her heart, like every single word I utter matters more than anything else. Sometimes I feel like I can talk to her forever.

Felipa believes in me more than I have faith for myself. She thinks I’m the greatest person on earth. I could not make her believe otherwise. Her love for me is no doubtful and unfaithful.

I have hurt Felipa countless of times. I could not count the times I made her cry. Should that make me less the man that I am, she never thought of. Felipa forgives and forgets. She has boundless love for me.

Felipa adores everything that I do even those stupid, little ones. She could always see big things in me. Even my mediocrity looks bright for her. I cannot remember a single time she ever questioned my methods of living. She is my greatest fan.

Felipa brings joy in ways I can only imagine. No doubt she is the best friend in my lifetime. She is everything a boy like me can ever ask. Felipa is the only person who cries with me when I’m sad. She knows my weaknesses as much as my strengths. At one look, she knows how I’m feeling. Felipa and I have a strong sense of connection that transcends words spoken.

Felipa never says ‘I love you’ to me. But does she need to say more? Her presence in my life is enough love to keep me alive. When you truly love a person, I-love-you’s are a bit odd. She doesn’t need to repeat herself all the time because she’s felt.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!