he's my hero :D [ was, is, will ]

i used to have the deepest abhorrence for him. that man whom i'd witness laying on his bed harmlessly with the slightest grudge held against the callous acts which i'd always display. i owe him a huge part of life and love.

i grew up with the notion of him, being a dishonest man and a cruel soul. the idea of which lodged onto my frozen mind for years, and it was only months ago when the perception rotated, when i'd realize that it was me all along, being the heartless one.

he'd always loved me, he'd always spared me a share of laughter, he'd always fought battles of obstacles in my path and he'd always given me my dreams. but he was never haughty enough to make me realize. i had been blind, but not anymore. the truth of reality are just the right lenses to mend my sight.

her super-falsifying panorama, it was everything that she'd do to gain the trust and retain the superiority, always forcefully reaped out of every one of our faces. it's true, no one likes her, but she doesnt know. such, a sad case..

upon the tiled flooring of the 7th floor i stood, hours ago, stunned at the environment he's got to put up with. it was like human dumpster, but then again, choice isnt placing it's wedge on us. or rather, she ripped every possible pick.. it was plain commiseration.

and what makes it worse, he didnt even muttered a word of dissatisfaction or even portrayed the slightest emotions of discontentment. he knew precisely and comprehended perfectly the trouble home brings, he knew he wasnt a dejected piece there, he knew we loved him, and i know he cheriches it.

that strong man i'd once seen, the muscular features he once possessed which i used to wonder in amazement when i was a kid... they have all decided to forsake him. the bones beneath the thin layer of protection seems like it's emerging day by day. it scares me to see him this way..

im so awfully torn into fragments of useless scraps, i feel so horrible for being such a cold brat. ive murdered the feelings of an old man who cares about me, and just stepped upon it for years at that unhealled wound. without the slightest bit of concern.

i miss childhood, when i didnt know a thing. when i was actually innocent enough to escape reality. i wish we had more time together...

i've never actually said this before, and i hope it isnt too late. i love him.. and i really do.

"you ought to know by now how much i love you"