Love is truly a paradox. It's like a balm that soothes the broken soul and bruised heart. Yet it can be the cause of pain and sorrow. It is the one thing that money can't buy. Though it's not for free, not if you have to give all that you are in order to achieve it. They say that you should never loose yourself when you love someone. However, you need to compromise at times, in order for you and your partner to meet halfway. It's something that some of us wait for a lifetime. But it's also something that some of loose in an instant. Love will always come back. Yet you have to fight for it just so you won't loose it. Some of us might have felt it for a very long time. But it doesn't mean that ...
Back when I was young, not that I'm that old right now though, I used to envy everybody else; every other girl to be exact. You see, I wasn't born the pretty one. I'm not the little girl who has that long, shiny hair that my mom would put up in cute pigtails or braids. I don't have that cute smile that could lighten up the room. Nor did I wear those sparkling, little tiaras and headbands. I was not that kid.
And as I grew up into a teenager, highschool was never good to me. I wasn't one of the popular ones. I'm not the "IT" girl every boy asks on a date, let alone has a crush on. Not that I'm one of those scene kids, I have nothing against them, even if they never outgrew it up until now....
We have come a long way. The human race, we certainly outdid oursely way possible. But in this vast pool of knowledge, with this large array of different languages, words will never be enough to embody real human emotions.
Hence I'm sorry, if I cannot say everything or anything at all. But I hope you see it in my eyes when you look at them.
A recipe of YOU
4 spritz of CK One Summer perfume
A whiff of Coronado Cherry car freshener
1 pack of Marloboro Lights cigarettes
A dash of confidence
2 drops of charm
5 tbsp. of undeniable charisma
An awkward smile
A pair of Ocean eyes
10 cups of oozing sexiness
A dash of body hair
A piece of something blue
A piece of something white
1 piece of Old Spice deodorant
1 tbsp. Dove men shampoo
3 tbsp. Dove men body wash
1 bar of Dove men soap
A pea size amount of Colgate Charcoal toothpaste
1 piece of Krispy Kreme Glazed Chocolate Cake
5 drop of sense of humor
1. Mix all ingredients together
2. Play COC while letting the mixture rest
3. Wrap mixture in Aqua...
We both met each other in a different time in our lives.
You told me you met me when you were at your lowest point. Here I come, this young girl who thinks she knows everything, wherein fact she doesn't.
But I said there's a big difference between knowing everything, and understanding it.
You see, I met you when I was trying to be selfish. I know, this word is a double edged sword. And it may sound bad to you, as much as it sounds good to me.
I may seem young, but I have experienced things, things that maybe I shouldn't have. But I did anyway, and what's done is done. I'm trying to be selfish because I think I may have given it all away. I'm trying to rebuild what they have b...
I hate it. I hate how society dictates the definition of ownership and relationship. Isn't the former supposed to have a negative impact if you're referring to an actual person? "You can never own him. He will never TRULY be yours.", they say. Well damn right he shouldn't! I wouldn't want to be with someone who cannot handle himself properly without me. My Gosh, if that's the case, I should be with a dog instead. If he needs to be kept on a leash, then why bother, right? I know he will never FULLY be mine.
He belongs to his friends, they shared experiences and memories together, through the good and the bad. And I know that they should make more of those. He belongs to his colleagues and ...
When the night falls, and half of the world is slowly drifting to slumber, I am with you in the darkness. And instead of using my eyes to know you're there, I use my hands to feel you. I like the warmth of your skin underneath the blanket we share. I like your sweet breathe fanning my face. And I love hearing the steady beat of your heart; the only sound I could hear in this silent time. It's like a soft lullaby, sending me to dreamland.
I relish every touch. I cherish every kiss. I memorize every plane and every curve of your body, as you do with mine. And with every touch, you leave behind a trail of fire, slowly but sweetly burning me. It ignites my soul with so much passion. It leaves ...
I'm sorry if I don't say much
Or none at all
But I'm hoping that you see it in my eyes
That you feel it in my touch...
To the first man who broke my heart,
I will always wonder how you felt when you first looked into my eyes. Did you felt love, a certain happiness that you cannot explain? Did your world stopped moving, and finally everything made sense? Or did you felt pain, a certain sorrow that echoed within you?
Have you thought about all the dreams that won't come true, the plans that you won't get to make, just because I am here already? Were you not ready to accept me as a part of you? Because I would always look back and never find an answer.
I am so afraid to ask you and finally confirm that you felt the latter. There's just a certain pain that I'm sure I would feel...
The first time I saw love, it had two faces. One had fair skin, big and brown eyes, quite a pointy nose, with thin lips, and long, black hair. The other one, well, quite the opposite of the first. It had full lips, button nose, quite chinky brown eyes, short cropped hair, and dark brown skin.
Four years later, I saw love again. This time, it had small, doe eyes, quite the pointy nose again, small yet full lips, dark brown skin, and mop of black curls atop its little head.
And after two years, I saw it again. It had fair skin, big and brown eyes, thin small lips, again with the button nose, and fair skin. But no, this time its head was bare.
Another four years, and yet again, the...
Symptoms of Hugh
It starts the moment I see your name anywhere. Whether it's on the screen of my phone or tablet. It seems like this is the only way we talk nowadays.
When I read your messages, when I hear your voice, God when I hear your voice; I swear my heart stops for a second. It amazes me how that never changed.
After five minutes of talking to you, my heart beat races. I try to hide the small smile forming on my face. I try to hide it because I don't want anybody to think that I'm a loony, smiling in a public place with no apparent reason. But that's what they think, we both know otherwise, or maybe it's just me.
Ten minutes in, and my heart is on the roof. My mind is not helpi...
So they say that time
Takes away the pain
But I'm still the same
And they say that I
Will find another you
That can't be true
Why didn't I realize
Why did I tell lies
Yeah I wish that I could do it again
Turnin' back the time back when you were mine, all mine
So this is heartache?
All this pain in the chest, my regrets, and things we never said
So this is heartache?
What me meant, what we said that night..
Why did I let you go?
I miss you
So they say that I didn't know what I had in my life till it's gone
The truth is that I knew you were the light; we never knew it would end
Watching you walk away, why didn't I make you stay?
I wish that I could do it again
Turnin' the time back when ...
I often wonder if I am going to be someone's mother. Will I ever get to feel the excitement in knowing that a life is growing inside of me? Will I feel the annoyance of not being able to fit in my favorite jeans anymore because I am growing, we are growing. The food cravings in the middle of the night, the sudden surge of emotions due to hormones, will get to experience all of these? How about the pain of labor, the bliss of hearing your child's first cry and to hold her for the very first time, will I get to experience all of these? The happiness and pride to hear her first word or when she takes her first step, will I get to witness these significant milestones? Or how about sending her on ...
So it is true, loving you was not just a part of my imagination. It wasn't a daydream. It wasn't a way for me to escape the harshness of reality. I did hold you in my arms. I know I've given you the sweetest of my kisses. We did promise each other the stars, the moon, forever.
So it is true, you leaving me was not the most horrifying nightmare. You really walked away when I needed you most. My days of despair was actually not a fiction. I truly died inside when we parted ways. The sleepless nights, the never ending flow of tears, the excruciating pain; I felt them all, real and raw.
So it is true, you came back last night, after three years. It wasn't just because I drank too much wine. I...
Why do we look for love in the wrong places, with the wrong people, at the wrong time?
We look for love in the strangest places. We think we could bump into love in a dark alley. We think that we could sit right next to love on a noisy bar.
We look for love in the faces of strangers. We seek for that spark in the eyes of someone in a crowd. We yearn for that soft caress from a simple brush of skin in a tight subway.
We look for love at the wrong moment. We search for it when the weather is gloomy. We want to find it at three in the morning when everybody else is asleep.
Did you know that I stay up late just thinking about you? It seems like even the stars cannot compete with how fascinated I am with you.
Did you know that I don't sleep at all when I'm lying next to you? I would look at your sleeping form, memorize every plane and curve of your face.
Did you know that I used to talk about you all the time time? It's like I could relate you to any topic under the sun.
Did you know ow that the last night we spent together, I cannot bear to be near you? The mere touch of our skin sent shivers down my spine, and not in a good way. It's like pain would shoot from my brain and into my whole body, my whole being.
I bet you never knew of these things, you nev...