Of Raisins and Lovers

Love may not always be perfect as it seems, the illusions of daydreaming and fantasies along the boulevard of seemless fairytales.



Mistakes, anguish and betrayal will always be present along the process of molding it, but it’s through them I learned the strength of love and bonding doesn’t have to be as sweet as a cotton candy.



Love would always prevail as long as it real and genuine. Nobody is perfect and so as my Father, but I’ve seen them made it through the storm and rain under the umbrella of tears of my Mother during their marriage strife.



Still... You can only see life’s perfection when you learn to accept it’s own imperfection.