The Moment I Felt Most Loved

Birthdays are great.

Someone made me a cake.

A non-bake chocolate cream cheese.

With Oreos and Cadbury base.

Topped with Kit Kat.

That was(is) so so sweet, literally and otherwise.

Hahaha.

That someone was a person I often had arguments with.

I was the one who constantly attack him.

He's a great guy.

He doesn't hold grudges.

He's funny and all.

We had our conflicts, I was wrong.

Let's put it behind us.

Thanks for the cake.

The sweetest thing you can ever receive is a handmade cake.

*hugs*

XOXOXO

hahaha

I'm so easy sometimes.

My heart wavers too easily.

My friends took effort to stay till midnight to send me wishes.

While I was dozing off.

Taking a quick nap.

Setting my alarm to 11:50 pm.

I'm not a night person.

Unless there are great movies to watch.

I wanted to wait till midnight too.

To wait for wishes. 

hahaha just let me be a narcissist for a day.

I love long messages.

I love how people actually take their time to write them.

I love voice recordings.

So sentimental.

I love it.

Thanks.

I have great friends.

They are seriously the bomb.

I think I should participate more in class activities.

Because I know they love me.

I will try to love them more.

I am seriously too easy.

If you love me, I will totally love you back.

Unless it's serious one,

that I have to consider. hahaha

I felt loved, when priority was given to me for a day.

I felt loved, when mom and dad took me to dinner.

I felt loved, when we took family photos.

I felt loved, when my friend made me a cake.

I felt loved, when they ushered me into the room and surprised me.

I felt loved, when my they stayed up late to wish me a happy birthday.

I felt loved, with the long messages they wrote me.

I felt loved, when they sent me voice messages.

I felt loved, when they sent me video messages.

I felt loved, when they even took it to instagram.

I felt loved, when they gave me a box full of goodies.
I felt loved, with just a "Happy Birthday" song.

Most loved?

Their sincerity.

I can just feel them pouring all over me.

They asked me what I wanted, because it would be easier for them to get me something.
I told them I wanted a new bottle, since my tupperware is getting old.
The stars was actually inside the bottle.
Loved it. 

I'd hug everyone I love, all bunched together, with my own hands if they were long enough.

It's okay.

I can always do it one by one.

I will miss everyone around.
We will part ways someday.
Who knows,
but memories do last.
I hope they last long.
They will last long.

All for one and one for all.

Love, lots and lots.
C.

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So I wrote this in April, talk about unproductive. hahaha