May 2013
6 posts
I loved fairy tales as a kid.
I think I never outgrew that.
I’m still wishing to have my own fairy tale.
That’d be great.
You’ll never really going to find out unless you try….
April 2013
4 posts
Rest means tired, not giving up.
There are times when we just feel suffocated. We feel like there’s no more air to breathe. We feel like we’ve given so much and have done enough. But the fact that the other person thinks you’re still NOT good enough and that you need to change a lot about you, is just so exhausting.
I don’t know if I’m fed up or just tired. I’m going to rest my heart for a while until it is ready to get beaten up again.
Life is all about choices. Love is a choice. I choose to rest for now. But that doesn’t mean I’m giving up. I’m just tired. I need to recompose myself so that I could love him again. Love him without hesitations. Love him without doubts. Love him. Just love him as long as I could.
January 2013
12 posts
December 2012
31 posts
Sweet Serendipity: I want to memorize you. Your favorite color, what you were like as a... →
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I want to memorize you. Your favorite color, what you were like as a kid, how old you were when you first learned to ride a bike. How you got the scar on your foot, your every scar. The taste of your lips on mine. The touch of your skin on mine. The many voices you have; tired, daily, sultry, and…
Sweet Serendipity: Love is being held in somebody’s arms for 40 minutes straight and they... →
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Love is being held in somebody’s arms for 40 minutes straight and they don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness to it. And love is forgetting they did that for you because…
I feel this. :’(
