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Why 'I love You' Matters to Me


For a mother / daughter / wife away from her children / mother / husband, a heartfelt "I love  you" matters. It is a great lifeline contributing to my longevity.

Well, when was the last time I heard it? Two days ago. My mother never fails to say it to me, "Mahal ka ng ina." ("You are loved by your mother.")

My husband for more than a decade (or maybe more) has changed his fence and maybe by now enjoying his life to the fullest, as a single man. It is not an assurance that engagement of six (6) years or getting married to a man (or woman) of your age or over / under your age means a happy marriage. I committed some mistakes, but my door of communication has been open since day 1 so things can be fixed. It takes two (2) to tango for a marriage to work, though. It is indeed an-hour-after-hour work in progress

I have a strong belief in a family where the seed of a truly genuine love, God-centered, is strongly planted at the core of all. This kind of family never gives up despite all storms -- particularly when the problem has to do with money. They stick together, glued to such a holy calling to do what it takes to keep the family intact and alive.

I have been away from my family for more than a decade so every email, every chat  or every call that says "I love you" HUGELY matters to me. I guess all overseas people feel this.

Communication is very important in all relationships. Sad to say, some faucets were closed so the abundant flow of water could not get through to right recipients. I resort to writing about subjects in my mind to have an outlet. I am a woman of communication with such a great passion about and in life. Maybe if my father were alive, he'd have the luxury of time to exchange messages with me when I just feel I need someone in my bloodline, to talk to. (I love you, Tatay, and I miss you! <3 )

Thanks to Nikola Tesla who in the early 1900's toyed with the idea of a 'world wireless system' -- which tickled the minds of the some great people to bring to us this internet! 

I am sure that many netizens across the globe want to know how to say "I love you" in different languages. In the Philippines, we say it as "Mahal kita" or "Iniibig kita".  As I earlier said, my mother always told me via FB or Viber messenger, "Mahal ka ng ina."  The subject is always me ("You are loved by your mother.").

Because I feel good when I was told that line, I always tell my family members and close friends "I love you" with a heart icon. I never say it when I do not mean it. That is simply me --  sincerely transparent. Pretending is the most difficult thing for me to do.

Action is better than words. But when you are away from them all, expressing love in words is the only cheapest way to do so, but it has the priceless result as it is a magical life extender.

Happiness is that stage when you are free from the bondage of desire. We all desire to be loved, so when we hear or see this magical line, that desire goes out and happiness comes in. It is as a simple as that. Perhaps if  people on the web would utilize social media or whatever digital channel to responsibly share "I love you" in its truest sense, there would be no war of any kind.

I am passionately merging myself with an imaginary version of me. We are a work in progress while in our journey on earth. I am truly loved for whoever or whatever I am. This posted on my imaginary vision board, keeps me whole. This makes me feel good. This experience I want to share with others.

Can you create time now to say "I love you" to people who deserve to hear it from you?

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Photo credit:  Pixabay

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