It’s not about what happened in the past, or what you think might happen in the future.
There’s no point in going through all this crap if you’re not enjoying the ride.
And you know what?
When you least expect it, something great might come alone,
something better than what you planned for.
I want to find a guy that’ll fight for me, and what I believe in.
Not fight my fights, but to fight for me and fight for my love.
I want to find someone that knowns when to gold me, when to comfort me, when to hold my hand.
I want someone that’ll love me for who I am, someone who wont change me or try to.
Someone that knows me inside out, not someone who thinks they do.
A guy that will listen to what I have to say and try to help me out.
Who would stay awake with me all night, just to hear my voice.
Who would know when to give me space and understand why.
Someone who wouldn’t leave me and love me forever.
I want to find a guy that’ll love me and we would be together forever.
And I’m glad that I’ve found that guy.
I’m glad that I’ve found you sayang.
In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again, some you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then, there are some you wish you never have to think about again.
Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although that is the way all stories unfold, I still can’t believe ours didn’t go on forever.
There’s someone in her past that she hasn’t gotten over yet. Each day is like the last and she misses what she can’t forget. It’s just an empty space where something used to be. Now, she guards the gate but she’s lost the key – no one enters…not even herself.
It’s funny how you still love the person but you just stop needing them like you used to.
When things get bad, we take comfort in the fact that they can’t get any worse. And when they do, we must have faith that things are so bad, they can only get better.
Don’t look for the hottest guy or the most popular jock. Look for the guy that makes you feel like you’re actually worth a second glance. The one that makes you happy to be the person you don’t have to try to be, or want to be. The guy who isn’t like all the rest… but completely different. Yet, it’s why you like him, because he isn’t like any guy you’ve ever known. He’s just him.
Here’s to the guys who love us, the losers who left us, and the lucky ones who have yet to meet us!
Sometimes,
I just miss that boy.
The one who held my hand walking down the street; whose arms I laid in and never wanted to go away.
The one who I talked to for hours and told pointless stories to.
The one who knew everything about me and liked me anyway.
The one who knew exactly what I was saying even if I didn’t and helped me when I had no clue what to do.
The one who showed me what love was and what it was like to need someone there.
The one who could only make me cry and hurt me like no other guy could.
Those eyes that said everything, that sense of sarcasm that was always there; the way even he couldn’t stop from falling in love.
That even though we fought constantly and couldn’t stand each other, we couldn’t leave each other’s side.
Something is still there; someone that never left me the day that boy broke my heart in two.
Something like your first love that wasn’t ready to end.
Something that makes your stomach flip at the brush of a hand or arm.
Something that makes it so much harder to know that he’s not yours anymore.
Something that makes you want to hide away and cry all those tears, because suddenly all of those memories came back and it almost hurts worse to know that it’s all out of control.
And you just miss everything about the boy..
Sometimes it’s best to forget what you feel and realize what you deserve.
I’m not a little girl anymore. For anyone who’s ever betrayed me, intentionally hurt me, or two-timed me, I’m not going to dwell on trying to make your life miserable and tell you that I’m going to fight you. No. Better yet, I’m going to sit here and tell you that karma is a bitch and you will get yours.
Yeah, I miss him. But I think I miss what I wanted him to be more than what he actually was.
I’m going to be alright soon.
I believe that everything happens for a reason.
People change so that you can learn to let go.
Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they go right.
You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself.
And sometimes good things fall apart, so that better things can fall together.
i feel terrible.
i don’t know what else to do or what SHOULD i do.
i’m L-O-S-T, really really lost.
its funny that i can take the change and i hope i can hang on to my own words… but i guess everyone has different ways to adapt with it.
i hate the way things are now. i feel helpless. i feel guilty. i feel bad. i’m depressingly sad.
how to laugh? how can i even smile?
i hate it when i don’t know what to do. or how to make things better. because i don’t like seeing people disappointed with me or them being disappointed as well.
sorry if i’ve been ‘raining’ too much recently… i’m just L-O-S-T!
i need to catch my breathe sometimes
to remind myself not to cry
to just hold on and keep some hope
no matter how hard i have to try
or how many sacrifices i have to make
To get up in the morning only to know that you’ll have to face another obstacle takes strength.
To smile when the only thing you can do is cry takes bravery.
To act happy & laugh when you know that times are at their worst takes courage.
To be joyous when the only good news is the best of the bad news takes support.
To be there & help others through the roughest times in life takes love..
Here I am,
Yeah here I am again,
Waiting in this empty street,
For you to come,
For you to hold this shaking hand again.
Cuz you were everything I dreamed of,
And you were nothing I didn’t want,
And you made me smile,
And you said you’d walk a million miles,
Before you walked away,
So why am I standing alone in this rain?
From the very first time we met,
You seemed so unlike the rest,
You had this look in your eye,
Like you wanted to care,
Did you ever really care?
And now I wonder what went wrong,
Was it the scars I held deep inside,
Was it the way I cared to much,
How did I go wrong?
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You just don’t seem to see,
Its you i want to be with,
Its you i want to keep safe and hold so close to me.
PS: Just in the mood of typing something here.
Have you ever notice people often sing about these changing phases?
Change, change, change.
And I’m starting to think its a cliché.
I guess we are all still adapting to the changing phases in our lives. Be it a small change or a huge one. One way or the other, we would eventually realize that life would not be the same without it especially when you value this change dearly.
It could be the lost of a dear friend.
It could be the lost of a routine.
It could be the lost of time.
But somehow we manage to move on forward without really being aware that we are losing these little portions of our lives. We walk through this road so full of ourselves and we don’t really stop and observe the spaces between.
When the time comes, it all crumbles down like biscuit crumbs on the floor. So tiny, so hard to gather and useless as food. So annoying when all the crumbs stick on your wet feet. When the time comes, it would be hard to gather them back.
However, regardless how valuable that life portion of yours means, it would still be lost from your physical abilities but still manage to steal a soft spot in your mind. The place of personal conscious. When you hide trying to run, it would come after all. Its like a never ending Police and Thief. When you face it with a brave heart, it would still make you weak inside.
No matter how you deal with the subject, you would still feel a certain ache inside. What is so special anyway? Maybe its how it impact your life, one way or the other. You would often look back. I told you its not a bad thing to look back at square one. One would still have to face their fears, instantly or in the long-term.
People fall to lost.
Does this make any sense to you?
