slowly

This morning, over the telephone line, I answered the phone and got connected to a person who walked me home for almost a year. It never stops feeling odd when somebody has grown really close to you, and the next morning you wake up and you don't even recognize them anymore.

The thing about modern-day heartbreak is that very few really can afford to stop over it and really feel its intensity .  Mostly, people find it a waste of time that they should even be wallowing over what sounds so childish as a broken-heart ....and so people move on from point "caring a lot" to point "indifference" real quick

I have been told that we can measure the immensity of love by the amount of time it took to get over it. I cannot say this is generally true. I have seen the worse heartbreaks happening at a later part of life , and the people who dealt with it had to get over it, or at least get by while living with the hurt.  And how about the young loves we took forever to stop wallowing about ? was it really the worse? or were we just too young to really know better ?

I have this uncanny nature of always wanting to stay away from trends, and I like romanticizing my hurts, without dragging anyone into my drama , by the way. If I don't sit with my hurt and go through it over and over again until I am done with all my questions, both the answered and unanswered, I will never fully get over it. And yes, I believe in fully getting over it :)

I am not really a fan of manipulating my circumstances, so I am putting all of these things in His hands. I will, on one hand , take my time.

When You Love Someone

 Aiming to be the one who stays, in a world making so many ballads for people who leave :)


This is a diary entry I wrote down few months before I parted ways with my first love.
I had to put this down to remind myself that I was brave enough to have loved and lost.

I learned the heartbreaking way, that when you love someone, you have to take them as temporary gifts. Something that God gives you to help nourish. He wants you to take that gift, in a gentle way, not own it, but to just help Him see to it that the gift is taken care of and loved, so it grows into something beautiful.

When the time comes He decides to take it way, you have to wholeheartedly kiss it goodbye and be sure, so sure, that it will be polished even more into something beautiful, by someone else's hands.

In some very rare occasions, God may choose your hands as the ultimate keeper of the gift. Until then, take care of everything He gives You.



joj

the La,la,la's of a Broken Heart

When you love someone, you look past all the wrongs and magnify the good.

This is why I was surprised with the sudden pain I've been feeling recently. I realized a lot of things in the last nine months that proved me wrong in so many ways about that relationship. It was too late to be angry and it will be such a waste of all the love I struggled to build for myself. I decided, to still see him the way I remember. Sometimes, pain makes a person fabricate the memories to justify the hatred. I won't fall into that.