Loving Unconditionally

 Balot Heart

“I am going to sit here with you by the river. If you go home to sleep, I will sleep in front of your house. And if you go away, I will follow you — until you tell me to go away. Then I’ll leave. But I have to love you for the rest of my life.” – Paulo Coelho

There are many forms of love. There are four kinds according to C.S. Lewis in his book The Four Loves — Storge, Philia, Eros and Agape. Storge means affection often existing among family members and relatives; Philia for friendship; Eros for romance and Agape is a love that brings forth caring regardless the circumstance.
Today, I have come to discover that unconditional love resides in me despite my consistent nonchalance, my “no-reply” to texts or my pure lack of showing emotions and concern. In my life, there are certain people who I love in this unfathomable way. 
My love for my family does not merely exemplify affection (or Storge) — it is a down-to-the-core kind of love wherein no kind of circumstance could make me turn away from them. This is a big claim. I see families being torn apart, siblings hating each other because of differences and disagreements, children hating their parents for being control freaks or whatnots. I will, however, remain true to this unconditional feeling of loyalty, of deep concern (which may or may not be explicit) and of defending them to death. Of having to love them for the rest of my life. No matter what.
Same goes with my certain set of friends who I consider closest to me. That despite distance and time separating us, despite complicated situations happening in our lives which may or may not be agreeable to the things we each believe in, I will always put in a pedestal the treasured moments that bonded us together from the very start of our friendship and remember that this too, is for better or for worse, within reason and beyond. It is very seldom that you see this kind of friendship. I am one lucky girl.
Lastly, the kind of love Venus promotes — Eros. My relationship with my husband transcends romance. It is affection. It is friendship. It is fondness and familiarity. Sometimes it is spoiled and abusive, not physically and not in a bad way, mind you. It is fun and yes, it is caring regardless of circumstance. It is still subject to the test of time and I pray that it remains how it is now. 
In closing, I think my life is near-perfection because of this. Some people may call me pretentious or a hypocrite. These people are bitter for they generally reject the possibility that someone can truly be happy probably due to their own dismal and miserable lives. I do not blame them.  
Me? I am simply grateful that He keeps on blessing me with the love that He promised to give mankind. Love and be loved in return. And I am loved. Because of my family. Because of my friends. Because of my partner. I hope a lot of people feel the same way in their own lives as well. 🙂 

“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.” -C.S. Lewis

A Daughter’s Love

To a father growing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter. –Euripides

I never thought I would see the day my father would cry. I did. Fortunately, I just saw it in pictures. It would have been heartbreaking to actually see him crumble. 
My father is an epitome of strength, sometimes bordering into sternness. I can still vividly remember the days when my Papa sat beside me, coaching me through my Math subjects in grade school no matter how exasperated I was in solving gazillions of equations. He was the reason I loved Math.
My father did not show a lot of emotions. In fact, back then, I felt that I was disappointing him all the time. Not graduating valedictorian in high school or dropping out of the dean’s list because of stupid swimming classes and failing the physical examinations. 
But two weekends ago, on June 17, everything in the past did not matter. During our “last” dance, the love that was very hard to pin down, was so staggering it was like an avalanche. I knew, in my heart, that all these times, he was nothing but a father proud of his daughter.

As the song, You Can Let Go Now Daddy played, I tried so hard to fight the tears. But there it welled.
My relationship with my dad was never vocal. There were no frequent “I love you’s” nor hugs nor heart-to-heart conversation. But I know that I will always be, despite the change in my last name, his little Amechachurra girl – a daughter before I became a wife to somebody. In his family before I have a family of my own.
So to you, Papa, let us just get this out of my system – Thank you so much for everything. I love you. Unconditionally. 
Belated Happy Fathers’ Day. 
Your Eldest 🙂
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