As I stared out at the foggy evening, nothing really stays don't they? Clouds turning grey, thunder echoing each other, raindrops falling onto everywhere. Today was one of those days when everything felt so right except me. Every morning I wake up thinking, I have to push myself further, I have to prove that I'm stronger, I have to do better than yesterday. Many times I fall flat and get shoot down with no regards. And then I have to start all over again, setting the bar even higher and pushing myself even harder the next day. What is life when every single detail and essence of life itself has been squeezed out into mundane, orderly, stressful, pressured decisions. When will I wake up and live freely?
It's been years. People have started asking already. Why am I still alone?
Because I believe if somethings are meant to be, it will eventually happen. In the right time, with the right person, and for the best reason. Apparently breaking up had done a lot of pain, it affected me more than I thought it would. I'm glad I took the time to understand myself. I'm glad I took the time to heal. I'm glad I took the time to think what I want. I'm glad I took the time to see and accept how we will never be. I'm glad I took all the time to be able to move on. Definitely sad and disappointed, but I know for a fact that I have accepted everything that has happened in the past and that I never regretted him in my life.
I know I have put the past behind me and really live a little. Neither that, I will not rush a relationship. I know there will be another him somewhere out there for me again. At the time being I'm not sure what to feel having his silly presence on my solitary nights, but I want to be confused with him. :)
















