blessed...

Well, I don't know how it started, I just remembered I sat on one of my fave couch in the living room with my parents, just do some light chit-chat together (like any other families do). I felt some uncomfortable ache with my shoulders (I guess it's because I swam under the drizzly rain too long the other day, and I drank cold milk from the refrigerator after that...). So as always, my Dad kindly offered to rub my shoulders. I couldn't feel happier about that, since I know he's really good on it... so I sat in front of him willingly, and let him rub my shoulders (It did remove the pain!). Well, as he rubbed my shoulders, I didn't know how, it just began. He started to tell stories, first, it's just a really jumbled, random stories about his working days, and he also asked about mine. But in the end, I realized that he started to tell me stories about his experiences, his journey with my mother, until they ended up as a couple, husband and wife, and lately became mother and father. I was so hypnotized with that story (he's indeed a really good story teller). Since I was born with the habit to imagine everything people tell me, I did roll somekind of movie in my mind. With my Dad and Mom as the main cast. And it was beautiful, their story is indeed wonderful. Somehow, the story made me believe about fate, and true love. Like everyone has their own 'other half', hidden somewhere, if you know what I mean, and i'm not being a dramaqueen. I just find this true story, so inspiring. Now I know, I'm blessed. There must be a reason why my Dad and my Mom met (my Mom kept saying that she didn't fell in love at the first sight with my Dad), and they could maintain the long distance relationship, apart by ... I don't know how many miles, ended up married, had a child, raise a family, and there comes me. As the story came to an end, I could see them in a different way. I always thought that love stories with twisted, unclear problems that always come to happy ending are just made for the silver screen, it's not real. But somehow, they made me see that fairy tale kind of love stories can be more real that I've expected. It created me, for crying outloud. Hmm...

Well, thanks God my Mom and Dad met.

And suddenly, the story ended, and the pain on my shoulders had gone also... So I decided to go to my bedroom, turned on my laptop, and deliver this short post to you guys.
keep your faith on everything, including love, I know sometimes it's just easier to just go on, without hoping, without wishing, without considering that little thing called love. But remember, no love, no us.

It's not minor indeed, even though we always thought so. I guess it has a really major power, that we've never expected.
But, we can invisibly feel.