Our background and circumstances may influence who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. We may screw up making choices but life is not about it, it is what steps we take to rectify them.

A NOTE TO SELF: Be calm. Seek your center, that's where your strength is. Breathe. When you inhale, you are charged with energy. When you exhale, you rid your body of tensions; relax. Don't think. Obey your instinct. ~ Isabelle Allande|City of The Beast

HAVE COURAGE AND BE GRATEFUL, ALWAYS... ^__^.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Toss Away The Good Times

January 20, 2014. Monday. 11.50 P.M. It’s been going on for days now, perhaps, a couple of weeks. I couldn’t think straight for a single thought longer than a minute. I feel the urgency to contain myself before it gets worst. I just can’t go on with a cluttered mind. And with so much to write about many different things, I have no idea where to start. I feel like breaking.
 
My emotions had built up since last quarter of last year. I had been really busy and occupied with so much to mind . I had barely spent a quality time with myself, even as simple as writing down my thoughts. But I thought everything was going fine ‘til I became emotionally attached to this guy, Dwin. He’s my first ever date after moving on from my first ever break-up. I deeply got disappointed that the dating ended so quickly. I should have known things better. My eyes are heavy, probably from sleepiness but my tears are actually flooding my eyelids now… overflowing, rushing down to my cheeks… -__-.
 
However, I had no regrets hanging out with Dwin coz I really felt in-loved again, in fact, in a better way, in a lot of ways. Over a very short period of time, he played his sweet-and-caring-lover part, in a quite amusing way. I took a chance for a possible love. I had no hesitations. I was at peace. I felt invincible but sometimes self-confidence can be a bitch. This time I find moving-on difficult. Maybe because I’m not yet ready to let go. His name resounds in my head. Sometimes, I thought I see him around. Those moments we had keep on playing in my mind and they all make me smile, and later, frown. I no longer hear from him and it always pains me to give up so easily. But there is no more him, as if he never existed, as if those moments are nothing but fractions of a beautiful dream. I yearn for more but all I can do is mourn. As grand as it feels to reminisce them, I have to put them all behind. Maybe after this post, I can officially toss them all away to trash… Oh, blogger…

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