Yes! All sensitive new age people reading this entry, you are right. This entry is about our 8th world wonder, matters of the heart... The much hated or adored ' L.O.V.E '. While waiting for my journal on Vietnam, here is a little juice from my heart...
I got out of a relationship 6 months ago and the relationship only lasted not more than 6 months! Amazing aftermath... It was a sweet sweet love... he was almost perfect... Funny thing how the man you love always seem perfect... The first time we met, it was magical! Imagine... A very wasted me walking into my usual club and it was playing my favorite songs, as usual... My girlfriend who was still fresh and sober pointed in a certain direction and gave me the ' cutest playboy alert ' signal. And of course, not in a right state of mind, i immediately planted myself infront of him and did my thing... I couldn't even figure out how he looked like as i was going blind under the influence of alcohol overdose. I only knew that he was a towering 1.8m plus, just the right size, in a white tshirt. I wasn't even sure if he was the guy my girlfriend was refering to. Totally wasted!
Soon, the magic started to happen... After a song or two, he came closer... My back was facing him... and through the third song, we were grooving in the same rythem. How i felt so right in his arms, falling into his chest... the way we had the same moves... We were in our own world. Never have i had such a beautiful dance... It was something like sex on the dancefloor but this is sex on the dancefloor with your 1st love. Magic! Nobody can replace him in anyway... He is one of kind...
Though we were known for being players in the field, we got along very well... but our ugly side got the better of us. We could no longer control our emotions... and we fought till our heart could no longer take it. There was no turning back... But yet there is still a big part of me that still loves him,mo matter how much either of us has moved on. This reminds me of a song by Rihanna and Neyo, Hate That I Love You. Is this why they say that love is blind? A little piece of advice for lovers out there, don't let the unhappy times take away your happy moments. Always remind yourself how and why you fell in love with each other. Communication and understanding is the pillar of a relationship... Never take your partner for granted, never be taken for granted.
All right, enough of the past. After him, i started running and hiding... My heart didn't want to forget him, i couldn't. Every single guy who confessed to me was given the slam down. It is widely known and approved by most lost souls that getting into a relationship is the easiest way out of a bad one. I agree to that but its not the best way for me as i have tried it countless times. The pain will eventualy sip off and the reason to continue the relationship will be gone. Its like making use of the poor fellow to get over your own pain by incurring pain on him. I have done it too many times so this time, i insist to let my heart take its time. And its seriously taking its own sweet time!
I kept my heart to myself, not allowing any guy to have it. And finally i stopped running... I needed to breath... find somewhere that my heart can be safe. So i thought... This guy is nothig like ryan and so i assumed he is the one i can depend on. He is a... Come to think of it... I don't really know him enough to name it out... i'm just out of words for him... Not that he is a bad guy. He is not. But he is the type who treats everybody the same. He loves his friends and family and they are on the top of his list. I don't see myself climbing to that spot in anyway. Not the slightest bit. I feel like i'm treated like every other girl. Are my expectations too high? Or am i not supposed to be on the top too... I really don't know.
I woke up from a sleep, all about him. The first thing that happened when i open my eyes, tears... Tears stream down my face... It the pain and agony i have been keeping my heart away from. After all the hard work, i still can't avoid it. You can never run away from it. After the magic came and gone, i was too paranoid at being hurt. With every small little thing that feels painful, i will pick myself up and leave. But everytime i wake up, i didn't want to give up. I keep holding on to the happy times, ignorant of the pain. This is where ' don't let the unhappy times take away your happy moments ' comes in handy. But is this a state of denial? I'm quite sure that i am in agony...
Whats my next step? To hold on? Continue running? I'm too afraid to do anything... My mum gave birth to me wen she was 23, and i am that age now. So naturally, my imaginary wedding bells are ringing. hahaha... and i want to have 5 babies! Coming from the kinda family background, all i want in life is to be the woman behind a successful man (my husband of course!). No dreamz of becoming a career woman whatsoever... Just a simple dream of traveling around the world and finally settling down with my man... Walking through thick and thin... Well, its the in thing now to have a broken family so my dream might just be a dream.
Ok, enough of blabbering on and on about L.O.V.E.... drop me an email at
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