Love is an emotional act. It is affection. It is love. It is care for people and things. If I say I love my phone, I'm very right. As a matter of fact, I really, really love my phone. I can't imagine a week without it. Where will I scribble my thoughts? How will I connect to people? How will people contact me?

These were my thoughts till my phone crashed sometime ago, I couldn't afford a new one for almost two months and was mostly out of reach. Lesson learnt. This prepared me (or maybe not) for something that happened today.

Earlier today, my friends and I were discussing about politics and the state of the nation till it degenerated into an arguments. As a person, I respect everyone's point of view regardless of you being a friend or a for and I try as much as possible to to avoid derogatory remarks or vulgar words.

One of them is someone I really like and felt I was closer to than the other so her derogatory remarks hurt the most. How did a simple discussion about politics resolve into a heated arguments with insulting words geared towards me I wondered. I didn't know how tears started dropping. I walked away from the conversation but it was too late, I was already hurt. This is someone I thought would have my back even when I'm not there but even while I was looking, I got stabbed.

Still deep in my sorrow, I reflected, what if I thought I couldn't live without them? What if my whole life and information pertaining to my life depends on them? How loved will I be? Would I be defended or degraded? I concluded as I wiped my tears, self love is important because it stays even when everyone else leaves you.

I am @bookoons, reminding you today to Make A Difference!

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