Thank You, love.

Ever since I graduated from High School, I stopped practicing my religion. I didn't feel the need to pray every night and every morning anymore and going to Church every Sunday felt like such a painful obligation.The only reason I go to Church is to accompany my grandma. But this doesn't mean I've abandoned all faith and although I refrained from these traditional practices, I stay true to the principles

and values that was taught to me. This week, I prayed twice. TWICE! Yes, this is a miracle for me for I

have not prayed in five years and to start now is beyond me.


Ever since Shanky told me to pray well (whenever I go to Church) I did make the effort to pray well. I started to pay attention to what the priest says (i don't listen to some of them though. I only listen to...two or three of them) and sing along. I only pray to express my gratitude for all the blessings and to ask for the protection of my love ones safe. Today at Church I realized that I would have never prayed well if it wasn't for Shankara. I learned how to pray well and love better. Love better because I always thought I was better off doing things on my own and not needing anyone. But everyone needs someone and this doesn't necessarily mean that one is weak. It's just, you can't live without them and you refuse to be without them. I sure as hell can't live without him.


So, Shanky. Thank you for teaching me how to pray well. It feels so refreshing and so, so good to pray again with sincerity. And most especially, thank you for teaching me how to love better. For teaching me that I'm not alone and that I can't do everything alone.


Additional:

Thank you for being so sweet.

Thank you for loving me.

Thank you for treating me so well.

Thank you for being there.

Thank you for choosing me.

Thank you for being with me.

Thank you for your kisses.

Thank you for your hugs.

Thank you for always waiting for me.

Thank you for your dick.

Thank you for your sweet smiles.

Thank you for sharing with me your happiness.

Thank you for telling me what makes you sad.

Thank you for being who you are.

Thank you for existing.

Thank you for pushing me.

Thank you.

I love you.