This year I will remain hopeful.
I will take where my heart leads me.
I will take it no matter how irrational.
I will take it no matter how risky.
I will follow my heart.
It’s something I never fully tried.
I always turn around around and hide.
If all else still fails and I end up crying, at least I knew I tried.
That’s what happens when a woman is complete on her own.
No amount of attention nor praise can make her crave for you.
Shower her with time and effort, you’ll just make her skin crawl.
You can’t do anything to have her unless she wants you.
Frustrating isn’t it?
To not be able to make a prey out of a woman.
To not make her weak in the knees.
How does it feel to be beaten in your own game by the woman who won’t easily fall?
No Harry & Sally while poppin and chugging wine or martini.
I’ll happily replace it with a bunch of Kate Hudson movies and loads of Love Actually’s.
I’m happily moving on.
2016 will be the last that I’d ever consider a you for me.
Maybe the present requires us to appreciate the city lights, sunsets, sunrise, and coffee separately.
Maybe despite the vastness of this Universe, a portion of US will be kept.
Somewhere, someday we will realise there’s so much hope for you&me.
We will look at each other and know we’re just effin meant to be.
At this point I am ready to ask,
no worrying about the answer.
The torture of rejection certainly feels like the pain of not knowing.
And the only thing I know is this is my final straw.
The last moment to hear a yes or a no.
To start or stop.
To go or to let go.
Friends, lovers, or nothing
There can only be one
We are the best kind of friends
And no doubt movie-perfect lovers
But we carefully chose nothing.
Because nothing sounds safe.
Now nothing is what we have.