I am human.
People who know me by heart know that I’m not the kind of person who leave people behind.
You can leave me in the middle of the rain and I’d still share my umbrella with you when you’re the one left in the storm. You can ignore my messages and I’d still reply when you’re the one needing an ear. You can hurt me twice and I’d still wish you the best. You can say words that cut through me and I’d still find ways to forget it. I’d still choose to hear you sing. To look at your smiles. To remember you and tell someone the good things about you more than the awful ones.
Too much selflessness, they might say. Making myself vulnerable to being played, abused, and taken advantage of. But I think I shouldn’t be sorry for always trying to be kind. I shouldn’t be sorry for the way I care for people because isn’t that how every human being should be? Genuine, compassionate, forgiving. I shouldn’t be sorry for treating people with gentleness even at times where it seems like they don’t deserve it. Because I believe that at the end of the day, we’re our own actions. At the end of the day, our whole existence is measured on the things we did and not on what others did to us.