Depression ate me whole coz...

Last night, I cried.

I cried for something that's real.
I cried because I felt sad.
But later on, I cried because I realized...

It was real.

A real variety of "it" is rare to find in cases such as mine.

And in the end, the tears I cried... were tears of joy.

After the worst was over, I went to my room to contemplate... And avoid the possibility of my mom finding me in the state I was in. When I really thought about it, I realized that those tears prove that what I felt is real. That when I cry for my life as a human in real life, was being human.

That I prioritize something that is real, over something that is virtual.

I loved him despite his imperfections... I hope he loved me the same way. After all, from what I believe, it is the essence of humanity. Loving despite of imperfections. Filling in each other's gaps.

*sigh* you're so near yet so far... ='(

I cry again.