Mood: Angst
Sucks. It's Monday to come again. Homeworks, revisions. All the motivation talks and whatnot. I'm sick of this already. I need the fucking holidays to be here now. Cos I'm all so distracted and I'm procrastinating. This is just bad. Everything is.
Why do I always have to be second in everything?
Even in your heart...
I'm so foolish.
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"Love means you can never be apart."
When my son, Jack, was four, I had to make a trip to Los Angeles. I asked him if he was going to miss me. "Not so much," Jack told me. "You're not going to miss me?" I said. Jack shook his head, and he said, "Love means you can never be apart."
I suppose that it revolves around a belief that nothing is more important in life than giving and receiving love. - James Patterson.
I fell in love with Sundays at Tiffany's. Omg, this book is really awesome. Thanks mag for the recommendation.
Sometimes in life when we think we've to always be on the go, to keep up with the world we're in. To make sure we please our parents, our teachers and our friends. But if they really love us, they will stop their demands and not use it as an excuse of love.
Don't get me wrong, we all know they all want the best for us. But many times, instead of giving and showing love, their love became rather suffocating.
We always have this perception of,"If you love me enough, you'll do this for me." or, "If you love me enough, you'll stay and never leave."
Many times we demand, we threaten our lovers, our friends or even our kins with this. I'm no exception. But then love is more than the demands and whatnot.
It's something within us, the beauty. Beauty, it is so overwhelming that it goes straight to our hearts and make us feel emotions that are locked away inside. It doesn't waver because of circumstances. It doesn't mean I love you lesser because you left. Likewise, someone left not because he loves you lesser.
Love is vulnerable. It makes us infinitely more human. It makes us give off ourselves despite knowing that sometimes we will not get anything in return eventually.
Yes, it sounds like when you love someone so much, you're at the losing end where you are slowly ripping yourself. No, love is not a game. There are no winners, there are no losers.
There are only people who willingly give off themselves.
I admire these people, because they are the ones who truly love despite whatever that comes their way.