'Aileen' is a twenty-something Filipina blogger from the Philippines who is happily taken ♥ and living life at its best.
Born and raised in Batanes, she is currently a DNSB (digital-nomad-superwoman-blogger), a traveler at most, and a wild spirit come weekends.
She likes lazying around, traveling, eating different cuisines, writing nonsense as well as those with sense, being weird, laughing ridiculously, city lights, partying, blah blah blah. And she is very much in love with Jonas ♥
She is interested in fashion, music, arts, desserts, internet, dancing, sleeping, and singing. And oh, she misses Batanes with a passion. ★ To read more about her story, go here: [ click ]
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I still remember that grand feeling of having someone who finds me beautiful right from the moment that they have seen me. The whole of me. In and out. In and out. “Beautiful”. That word makes me shudder. And that look on someone’s face when they gaze at me… it’s an attraction so strong, so intense, so raw; that it just can’t be missed. As time passes by, compliments of how beautiful I could be to their eyes would often be heard, felt, and tasted by my senses. I am called and seen as beautiful by someone. Someone special. Beautiful is a strong word. And I become thankful. I float. Slowly, and then bit by bit, with shuddering emotions of love and admiration, until it explodes so beautifully right within me.
That kind of feeling and attention from another… oh, how I long, miss, yearn and crave from someone so, soooo, greatly.
“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”
- Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers