The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves.
How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain. Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime.
Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart. Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love.
All these seemed surreal. It seems as if it was just yesterday we had fun together, walking hand in hand, catching a movie. Reality bites. Knowing it's hard for her, she put it in a way it will be easy for me to move on. It couldn't get any better. At every corner of this plot of space, her soul lingers. her soul brightens up my day. Everyday, without fail.
Loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life and sometimes, you think you're already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you'll suddenly realize that you're just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again.
For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much you love the person. In my opinion, some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else. Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love. Love is always present. It's just that one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little.
As we all know that the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. Maybe that's the reason why the heart is not always right. Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love but to only discover that for them, we are just for past times, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger.
Life's a bitch. That i gotta admit. Yet, i give credits to my friends, be it the COTs or the Psychos. Wan's very much matured for his age. He is very optimistic with his values and will go all out to see it through, despite being an ass-wipe. Period. Thanks for putting up with me. Time is surely not of an essence. 13 more days and I've yet to get myself back up on my feet. Give me time. I'll make it easier for her.
On a side note, i would like to thank you for your time. I appreciate your sentiments that you've waited for me for all this while. Yet, to be honest, i don't even know you in person, or even how you look like and we've never met. All i know, you were a friend of my ex during my secondary school years and hope you will be able to come clean in the near future over the rumors which dogged you for years. Though for now, I'll play this game you've set up. At least it will be entertaining to see as time will tell who's telling the truth and who's speculating. Till then, I believe it's better if you channel your feelings to someone who wants to be with you than being in an unrequited love story. Fadd, signing off.
Please read carefully. What you see is sometimes not what you get. Fadd is a sophomore in the University Of Cambridge, majoring in both Information Technology and Visual Communications. He has an intrinsic flair in poetics and linguistics and is the coolest person you will ever come across. He enjoys volunteer work and is a strong propagator of blood and organ donation; a strategy that puts him so many steps closer to his ultimate ambition of creating a better world. Meanwhile, he looks forward to joining the Management force, and molding the future of the nation like his great grandfather. He is also an enthusiastic Singaporean and also a member of the Young PAP. Fadd hates being around people and always fathom the thought of being alone and lonely. He has a perverse curiosity of finding out if his cat can stop a moving MRT train with it's bare paws and he loves catching girls wearing skirts in his boxers. His alter ego aims to be the aloof, drifting Clouds who protects the Family from an independent standpoint, and whom nothing can ever bind.