Two people who really connect don’t need to make love to show that they love each other. A good and sex-less conversation is a lot better… most of the time! But yeah, you get the picture.
Take chances. Love. Live. Have fun. Deal with the mess later.
“I’m so mad at you. I’m really mad at you for what you did. But I’m mad at myself too. Because I should not have jumped out of that car – I should have fought for you. Because you fight for your soul mates.” – Cal
Because people fight for their soul mates… Must I? Because I was trying hard not to fall in love.
Tonight, I am alone. I have set the mood of our room for memories of you who was once precious, but is now missing. I lighted some candles, searched for the worn out photos of yesteryear, dropped down the fake smile remembering your face… finally, allowed my self to really feel the pain. I need to cry, say, for ten minutes. I am allowing myself to despair and wail and cry. Then, take the next ten minutes to crank up some rhythmic music and express the pain physically – to clean my pad, scrub off the dirt in each and every corner. This will help me release my brain chemicals. Grief held inside a poison. Why should I cry hard for you. I’ll give you just ten minutes and I have to move on after that.
” Are you okay?” Christoph asked when she came out of the bathroom.
She did not answer and just gave him a shrug. She stepped out and walked straight to the dresser. She can hear how soft the sound of her feet are. Funny her ears seemed to think that her heartbeat is sounder than her footsteps.
“Louise…” He’s waiting for her answer. Eyes looking directly at hers.
If I had one single wish, I’d go back to the moment I kissed you goodbye No matter how hard I try, I can’t live without you in my life
Maybe you’ll say you still want me Maybe you’ll say that you don’t Maybe we say it was over Baby, I can’t let you go
I walk around couldn’t understand Where we were wrong and I can’t pretend It wasn’t me it wasn’t you But I’m convinced we gave up too soon
Maybe you’ll say you still want me Maybe you’ll say that you don’t Maybe we say it was over Baby I can’t let you go
Nothing that you lose was up to losing you There’s nothing I can take When I run to you, when I come for you You tell me I’m too late
Maybe you’ll say you still want me Maybe you’ll say that you don’t Maybe we say it was over Baby I can’t let you go
(Maybe you’ll say you still want me) (Maybe you’ll say that you don’t) (Maybe we say it was over) Can’t let you go (Baby I can’t let you go) Can’t let you go Can’t let you go Can’t let you go
It’s hard to grow and live in the world where you never feel like you are pretty enough. Then when I do right, no one remembers; and when I do wrong, no one forgets. So I am going to pretend like nothing ever happened and distance myself from everyone again.
Every girl needs a man. A man who will prove that not every guy is the same as the one who hurt her. I am not just every girl no matter how ordinary I feel I am. I am the kind of girl that when I cry, I cry. I just don’t cry with too many people staring at me. When I fall for someone, I fall too hard. Apparently, not hard enough to break the protective gear around my head. People tell me I’m too intense when it comes to emotions. They would never understand. I’ll do anything to be around that special one- well, not so much if I am too afraid to get hurt. There are crucial moments that one has to let go of something one cannot leave without. Letting go means saving yourself from a lifetime of emptiness. A view from a far, a silent whisper in the winds, a chance to stay even in shadows, are even better than the alternative which is to live alone and bid goodbye. I chose to stay around. Shadows are better than none.
I don’t always look perfect or proper. I certainly am not ‘Hot’ and ‘sexy’. Most of the time I get insecure. I am the kind of girl who will walk in when the rest of the world walks out. And I know my countless flaws, But I’ll love you better than anyone else ever could. I could be that ‘best’ someone the world has for you.
I want to be the girl who makes your bad days better. The one that makes you say, ” my life has changed since I met her” or ” she made me smile again & kept me alive.”
I wish I could drink my own words, I know for sure how bitter they would taste.
Today, I begin to understand what a special kind of love must be, unconditional, if it exists. When we are split up, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We can stand alone and yet somewhat bereft. We are incomplete like a mind who cannot function properly if the right or left has been lost. We are the both sides of the brain. Kindred spirits. Soul mates. Bound or not, it is unconditional & never-questioning, that I imagine special love to be. Void in truancy.
Drifting,Stirring Silence of a Jaded Soul 