“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”—Bob Marley
I saved an entry in my drafts because I’m this close to explosions. But I worded my peace (to the person concerned) and I don’t see the need to publicize the entry. And furthermore, what’s the point of blogging when at the end of the day, you still need to face the circumstances & the truth?
Good night, everybody. I’m sorry but you men destroy. Really.
“I used to think that finding the right one was about the man having a list of certain qualities. If he has them, we’d be compatible and happy. Sort of a checkmark system that was a complete failure. But I found out that a healthy relationship isn’t so much about sense of humor or intelligence or attractive. It’s about avoiding partners with harmful traits and personality types. And then it’s about being with a good person. A good person on his own, and a good person with you. Where the space between you feels uncomplicated and happy. A good relationship is where things just work. They work because, whatever the list of qualities, whatever the reason, you happen to be really, really good together.”— Deb Caletti (The Secret Life of Prince Charming)
“There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t because I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don’t have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.”—Meredith Grey
"Why the men you meet lately are all fit one? I need a dictionary of Nat’s fit men because I don’t remember names and normally I’ll put an adjective to all the men you’ve met. But right now, it’s all fit fit fit. Unfair." - Liy
Let’s have a quick update. She said right now, I’m doing a “Eat, Pray, Love”. Soul searching, she said. That hasty decision to meet someone in the West (also that long overdue trip which I’ve delayed for 5 years.) I’ve been meaning to go, but I guess it was either, I was too chicken, or I was committed to someone or something which kinda made me delay all the necessary actions. He said, I am the longest relationship (–noun a connection, association, or involvement) he’s ever been into so that just justify everything we had before.
I’ve been well. I’m not needy anymore, I’m more confident than ever and I’ve been very independent with my decisions. I don’t remember asking emotional questions in relations to my life to my gems since my break-up. I think a hasty do or die thing to the West right now is what I need to give me the whole idea of more freedom more appealing.
Honestly, the first part of the breakup was quite a turmoil. It’s between my happiness & my friendship with some which led me reconsider my decision. But like that quote said,
"People will judge you. But in reality, those who care about you will be happy if you’re happy."
So? I’m happy without a boyfriend right now. And I appreciate the fact that we’re still good friends despite.
Back to Liy’s note.
It’s a phase? No offense to all the ex-boyfriends but I guess, you just “search” for the better? So I’ve been out & about. Casual hang outs. Nothing that tickle me fancy. (That’s a blatant lie.) But yes, casual. Very casual. Gives you flutters, but casual. I just have to denote this "casual" term because, it’s the truth. Actually, I think Liy’s exaggerating, for I was like, ”_____ fit meh?” And she said, "I’m just comparing him to my boyfriend, so he looks fit. Come on, he goes to the gym. Pfft."
It’s been good. I guess, it’s just moving on. I don’t feel guilty at all knowing all these men. Some are from long ago & they just you know, detour back into my life, say hello & continue to add colors. Like the history goes, I prefer the ex-boyfriend to be a good friend because we bonded platonically, not emotionally. At least that’s how I feel. It’s in the past now.
No names mentioned & I hope to keep it that way. No further questions. So, I’m gonna head out now, do my thing & then dinner with one of the fit men. *laughs celaka-ly*
“Time is priceless, but it’s free. You can’t own it, you can use it. You can spend it. But you can’t keep it. Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.”—The Time Traveler’s Wife; Audrey Niffenegger