Giana Mae Licoto

You were my fortune cookie, the longer half of a wishbone. You were my four-leaf clover, my wishing star.

Loving others sincerely gives life more meaning than satisfying the need to be loved back. 

It will burn a hole in your heart.

Thank you for simply being here.

In this world that is already harsh, never stop believing the good in everyone.

I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever love another human being again like this, because you have me—you have my heart.

What if I told you that you’ve been occupying my train of thought every minute of the day?

I hope you know that you deserve better than that. You deserve someone who doesn’t rush love.