“Why can’t I accept the fact that I didn’t love him?” I saw this line in my diary, and at this point, I am happy to report that I am over the whole thing. I still remember though what made me write that question. I had broken up with a guy I dated, and he was the first guy that I dated for a period of time.
Before him, I went out with a guy on one date, and I fell in love with a guy who didn’t like me. So this guy, let’s call him Peter. Peter was technically the first guy I ever had. I was attracted to him and he was attracted to me and I thought that was it, we’d magically fall in love, and yebah it’s happily ever after. How naive. Continue reading →
There are so many tv shows about how a girl or a guy tries to find the love of her or his life. I wish there were shows where the protagonist was finding herself or himself. It’s a pretty dramatic part of life, this whole business of figuring out what you really want, of pursuing the specifics of a dream, and facing adversity.
Note: This is a song I wrote when I was in grade school
We are the fire of the night,
The shining girls of the daylight,
The she firing roses of the dark,
And the mysterious rose of the light,
Fire is our friend and night is our love,
Rays of the black roses.