As blank as my mind.

It’s so hard to forget memories, they say. 

I say it’s so hard to love again. 

Love; the unfinished story. (Part 4)

They couldn’t forget that night. 

The night that stole her away and placed her in his hands. His hands that worked magic on her. 

Finally moulded as one. She slept soundly that night, in the heat of him. 

And this time, it was his turn. He slept with her smell lingering on him all night. 

A note to myself.

Please know that you are a wonderful person. 

You have done enough. 

And you cannot do everything for everyone. 

You are wonderful, warm and a beautiful soul. 

Please know that it is not your fault. 

You cannot have avoided certain things in life. 

Please take that as a lesson in life. Everything you have done and are doing is a part of you. 

It is your dream, your goal, it is you. You have left beautiful impressions on everybody. 

Please know that your love is immense and true. And those whom you showed it to may not deserve it but it’s okay.

You don’t lose anything by showing your true self. 

You only need those who are true to you beside you. Numbers don’t matter. 

Be proud of being you. Don’t be hard on yourself and be you, do you, love you. 

Sometimes an ending isn’t so bad.

In love, friendship, career, in any situation, an ending may not be bad. 

Because an end only comes to things that aren’t right. 

So keep your trust in the universe and your path towards happines and the rest will fall in place. 

What hurts the most after a break up is the respect that you don’t get anymore.

You were once my passionate lover. Complimented me, told me I was beautiful. 

Today, you asked me for sex. Told me I was sexy. 

How sad is it? 

How sad has our love become? 

How sad have you become? 

What happened to you? 

Where is the man I loved? 

Who are you? 

I miss the real you.

And at nights like this when I search for you, when I want to be in your arms, crying to you, pouring out my troubles to you, 

And at nights like this when you’re not here, when its been years, when I thought I’ve moved on,  

That’s when it hurts the most, that’s when I miss you the most. That’s when it’s achingly painful. 

The second time

You don’t choose wether to believe in love or not. 

You don’t choose to place your trust in their hands. 

You don’t choose to fall in love with them and you don’t choose to get your heart broken. 

That’s why the second time it happens, you choose. You choose and choose and choose. 

You choose whom to place your trust in, to love, to laugh, to share your secrets to. 

You can choose all over again but one thing is for certain. 

You don’t choose to fall in love again. 

And maybe that’s what’s stopping me from going back to you.

The worst kind of torture is when you’re willing to place your trust into the hands of the person who broke it. 

Again. And again. 

And that’s when I realized the meaning of true love.

My grandfather passed on in March peacefully and me and my grandmother had this conversation.

Me: Don’t worry grandma, I read somewhere that when we pass on, our relatives and friends and close ones would be waiting for us in heaven. 

Grandma: And your grandfather will be the first one waiting in line for me, won’t he? 

Yes he will grandma, may he always be in peace and happiness, looking over our family. 

You make the mistake, I pay the price for it.

Often times when someone betrays us, cheat, break our trust, we end up paying the price.

We undertake their punishment by not allowing ourselves to live anymore. We are not happy anymore. We do not trust anybody anymore. 

We are not open to love and claim we do not need anyone since we’ve come through a long way without the person whom we thought we couldn’t live without.

And we are wrong. 

Why do we need to punish ourselves for their mistake? Why should we not be allowed to live, to love wholeheartedly again? To be happy again? 

So go live your life, be happy, love yourself and be allowed to love.