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The rain keeps pouring, and we are confronted with two choices : feel good or bad just as when we are in loved with whomsoever there is to be in loved with. The feeling of love and the act of loving may either make or break us, and it's a matter of choice and decision whether or not to let ourselves be drowned to its mysterious nature. Most of us regret when we end a relationship as a failure and reason out to our best, that we could have done something better to save the relationship, so we could avoid pain and guilt. But that could have been a choice, yet we only ignored it or perhaps did not see. I have been trying to gather my thoughts, thinking the reasons of not having a perfect relationship. Then i figured out that people are imperfect and they can never be no matter how they want it which same as to any relationship they have with someone. Expect some flaws, imperfections etc. Though we strive hard, and that's what matters. There must've been no reasons of feeling hurt... Only if we know how to constantly accept.
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Find a girl who writes. Find a girl who has no idea where she is going in life because the only thing she understands about the world is that sometimes if you put one beautiful word beside another beautiful word you can create a beautiful sentence that melds into beautiful chapters of beautiful books that might change at least one person’s life. Find a girl who lives for that one person, the one person that will read her beautiful words and feel a sudden lightness on their shoulders. Find a girl who works at a job she hates so she can do the thing she loves. Find a girl who knows sacrifice.

Find a girl who makes it hard to love her Find a girl who demands the best because its all her romance-riddled mind can comprehend. Build her a castle in the sky, move a mountain for her, smile and nod when she tells you she wants to run away to find the wild places that still exist in the world. Take her hand and lead her. Lead her through deserts and cities and forests until she grows homesick for a place she never even called home. Watch her as she takes in a sunset. Watch her lips move and her brow furrow as she fails to find words to describe it. Wrap your arms around her from behind and whisper in her ear that maybe this once words have failed her and that’s OK. Let her cry into your jacket as she is overcome with the vastness of the world. Offer to drive home so she can stare out the window as the sound of her favorite indie band you’ve always found depressing rolls through the car. Give her space when you get home so she can lock herself away in a room, still trying to describe the sunset that will forever beat at the back of her brain, demanding beautiful words. Walk in to find her asleep at her desk. Clean up the paper that litters the floor and wash the ink stains from her fingers. Know that this will never pass. Accept that the sunset will never leave her and learn to be OK with it like she will have to.

Have her make a list of cliches she absolutely hates. Listen to her rant about the unoriginality of it all. Watch her hands move through the air in a fury as she tells you how kissing in the rain only leads to pneumonia and throwing rocks at someone’s window usually just brings broken glass. Go back through her writing trying to find one. Fail. She has never written one. And never will.

Kiss her in the rain. Throw rocks at her window. Send her a message in a bottle. Tell her you were a different man before you met her. Give her flowers on Valentine’s Day even if she tells you that the holiday was made up to sell greeting cards. Lie down in the middle of the street to look at the stars. Have a picnic at the park. Candlelit dinner. Win her a stuffed animal at the fair.

Watch her head cock to the side and her nose crinkle the way it does when she’s happy but doesn’t want to admit it. Watch her roll her eyes. Pretend to busy yourself with opening a champagne bottle but really take in her face. Watch her eyes roll over the scene as she tries to burn every detail into her brain. Watch her lips move and her brow furrow as she fails to find words to describe it. Wrap your arms around her from behind and whisper in her ear that maybe this once she has failed to find the words to paint the scene that has been painted over and over before.

Find a girl with a vocabulary. Find a girl that knows metaphor. Find a girl that tells you what you want to hear in a way you’ve never heard it before.

Accept that this girl will never forget an ex-boyfriend, or an old friend, or a childhood home, or a family pet, or the grief that stole her away once before and will not fail to take her away again. Accept that her heart forgets nothing and the only way she can soothe the ache is to bleed. Make sure paper is never scarce. Make sure pencils and pens litter the kitchen counters. Get used to the clicking of computer keys at 3am.

Build this girl a bookshelf. Build her another. And another. Build her bookshelves until she is too old to read the words of her favorite books then continue to build them. Stack these shelves with the things she has written. Fill the shelves with her published work then keep going. Track down every essay, every short story, every novel, every poem she has written. Find unfinished manuscripts she’s kept hidden in a box in the attic. Stumble upon story ideas on napkins. Fill the shelves with every beautiful word she has let bleed from her fingers to paper. Fill the shelves with her life and the lives of the people only she knows.

Lead her to this shelf. Tell her that she has done it. Tell her she has put together beautiful words to create beautiful sentences. Try to describe the feeling you get when you wake up next to her every morning. Try to explain what it is about her that you love. Struggle to find the words that have somehow gotten stuck in the empty spaces of your brain. Accept that for once, words have failed you, not matter how simple the words you use are. Settle for this simple you know so well. Tell her that there is a lightness on your shoulders. Tell her that her beautiful sentences have changed your life.

~thought catalog
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Yesterday's answer to the boyfriend's question.
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I don't know what made me write today. And i don't know how to start so id probably write anything thats on my mind and maybe later on ill find my way to a nice and pleasing entry.

It all started with one word, one word that always change my mood. For the past couple of weeks i was greatly happy and loved. The feeling of belonging, of being wanted and needed. I felt whole again. Until tonight, her name echoed in the room over dinner, oh please not again.

Its hard to move on, because I'm fighting against his past and not mine which i cant control. What hurts me time and again is that knowing i was the first one, it was me but he choose not to pursue me and continue with her.

Im still human, i can feel the pain. The fear of losing the one i wanted, the one I loved the most. The one that brought me so much joy.

When you realized that you got over the drama, hold on to it. I know I am okay now. I took his advice, not to look back, that what matter is now. Me and him. I trust him but maybe I should learn to add a little bit more. It will always the fear that holds that scoop of trust in me. Until that one move. One last move.

I love you, dearest. Ill always remember your words "there maybe bumbs along the way but we're certainly going there."
And please always remember too that you are my now, my present and im looking forward to being with you til the end of eternity, i mean forever.

Profoundly happy kitty.

PS: Im a little grateful about you being jealous. Hihi. You look cute bebe.
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Valentines day is way way far but I feel slightly compelled to write an entry relating to the occasion brought upon by mah emotions mah hopz n mah dreamz.

Next to my birthday, Valentine’s Day is my favorite unofficial holiday, and I never quite understood how some people can be so bitter when it comes to this day. Really, people, if you’re looking for an unofficial holiday to hate, go hate that week that comes after Christmas.

As I am thinking of this day,  I don’t think I’ve ever spent a single Valentine’s Day with a significant other. Like seriously.

I have a very light memory of  my past Valentines days except this year. Pretty much sucked BIG TIME.Or perhaps it’s just me being too needy and clingy and helpless. I must have had ten beers that night on an almost empty stomach but I still had my wits with me when I cabbed it home at 5 in the morning. It’s hard to get drunk drunk when you’re always on your feet. The aftermath is always horrible, though, and I woke up with a beer gut that would put a college fratman to shame. I don’t regret the beer, I regret the meal I wolfed down before I went to bed. And the two meals I once again had, immediately after waking up. All I can do is sigh and make a half-empty promise to myself not to do it again. Right.

I really should learn how to control my alcohol intake but in the company of nutty friends and a broken heart, I tend to let go.


And now when I think about it, I have absolutely nothing to moan about in the love department. And there’s really nothing for me to be sore about: I’m in a wonderful relationship *spakle* *spakle* with a wonderful man (who treats me like a spoiled brat).

PS: Im crossing my fingers for next year. Please Lord let it be the first with the lover.

I leave you with a qoutation quite fitting today.
Don't let yesterday make you forget all the happiness you deserve today.

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Lover: Bebe, I don't think I can sleep.
Me: Why, bebelove?
Lover: I don't know. I need your hug.
Me: Hahaha. you're lucky that you're pogee. Come here bebe.
- minutes later. -
Lover: *snores*
Me: Bebekoy?
Lover: *snores*
Me: Hahaha.Your snores are cute. I love watching you sleep. I really love you. I really do. Sometimes I might show that I don't give a fuck. But I do. I never want to lose you. I know it's cheesy, but this is how I feel. You are the answer to my prayers, Bebe. This is REAL. I know I'm not the best thing out there, but I'm trying to be one of your best ever. Thank you bebelove, thank you for choosing a messed up girl like me to be your girlfriend. Thank you for being mine. I honestly can't see myself with anyone else but you. I know I say 'I love you too' many times, but each time I say it, my feeling grows more and more for you. Thanks for listening, bebekoy. I wont be tired of loving you. I love you till life ever after. I won't let the bed bugs bite you. Goodnight, my love,sweet dreams.
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I was afraid to be forgotten, yeah, that's really what it was. I was afraid to be unwanted and not needed, but then as it turned out over time, I was right. I faced my fears, my very own convictions and pushed through with my aspirations; the only people who never left are those whom I learned to treasure the most and that fact made me realize one very important lesson:

Life will always be in black and white, but to have true friends around you who will always be there and will never even think of leaving you is another story so as to say. They don't paint your world with all these magnificent colors; they are the colors and you're still the painter of your life; however you use them, mix them up and build greater horizons is entirely up to you.



People change and that's all to it. Colors, if not pure and true will always fade away with time.

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I have been meaning to write this list for a couple of weeks now, hoping for some help from the boyfriend (Lord knows I find excuses for my flaws that I am aware of)
So here.

1. I am incredibly needy and clingy, like Bella Cullen. Oh yes, I just compared myself to one of the most annoying characters to have ever been written. It’s all true, too.

2. I smoke and drink a lot and it’s going to be a hard habit to quit (which I will get around to, eventually. I’ve managed to cut down smoking, though, so yay me). I say this because the boyfriend doesn’t smoke and only drinks occasionally. Haha! that's not true, he drinks a lot. If he didn’t love me, I’d say this would make me undateable to him hrhrhrhr.

3. I EAT A TON. This makes me less "desirable". It disappoints me big time. But IDC, like lover said, "It's okay as long as you manage to burn some fats.". See?

4. I laugh like crazy while slicin' and dicin' you with my sharp claws.

5. I'm gay and I have crazy friends.


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