by TishaHrynt

Treasure ; to regard or treat as precious; cherish or

An action people often take for granted, until the moment passes and then regrets take over.

I had a family once. A whole family. The ones that contain a set of loving parents and supportive siblings.

I never once thought that one fine day, my mom would slam a set of divorce letters on the table for me to read.

I had a novel love story. Nicholas Sparks cannot even compare.

[ Life decided to declare that no story should end perfect]

I had a childhood best friend whom I thought would stay forever,

[but adulthood brought us apart]

I was my daddy’s little princess who could have anything at a flip of a hand.

[Now, he calls me a stranger]

Since then,

I treasure every moment with my mom or dad.

No matter how brief or how awkward it will be, that meeting might be the last time before the next one in a few months.

I can still vividly recall that night when I wished time stood still. When everything was more than perfect. All the things I love in one view. The city lights, The Fullerton, flowers in my hands and your eyes fixated to mine. There was jazz too. I was so nervous. Then, you held my hand like I am the most fragile being. When I thought it couldn’t get any more perfect, you leaned in and sealed the night with a kiss.

I will treasure that kiss in the deepest and safest part of my heart.

I will treasure the hand-written letters.

I will treasure the late night calls.

I will treasure every smile you have given to me.

My childhood was White Chicks. Not literally, I am referring to the movie. My best friend and I watch it on every occasion. During a rainy day, after a long day, after a rough break-up, after shopping and whenever else we could. We memorized every.single.line. from that movie.

Adulthood takes over. The calls get lesser, the meet-ups get less frequent and before we know it, we are countries apart.

I will never forget the rainy day instant noodles and I will always treasure the pirated White Chicks VCD.

I am proud to be a daddy’s little girl. I long for butterfly kisses and presents with ribbons. After the separation, my dad moved out. Out of the house and out of my life. Loving words eventually turned to curses. Well wishes turned into suspicions. What was then warm and caring, turned cold.

I wish I had treasured you when you pop your head in my room to check how I were.

I wish I had treasured the nags that showed you cared.

I wish I had treasured sleeping by your side to ease your insomnia.

I wish I had treasured your bedtime stories.

I wish I had treasured every hug in the morning.

Every moment with you before I knew I would lose you the day after.

Nothing in this world lasts forever. I know that now.