The Good, The Bad, The Married and the Friend
It's inevitable that in our life time we will cross paths with one or all of the above mentioned.
It's also inevitable that we will end up with one of the them.
What I am trying to say is, you are who you are today because of them.
Remember the time when you were still a teenager and all you ever did was scribble 'I will love Joe forever' ( an example) on anything your pen could write on. Or the time he went back to his home town to visit his relatives for Christmas, you and him would be apart for a week, and that 7 days would seem like 7 years.
Or the time you went on vacation without him. Paris is expensive, but Paris is romantic. But everything seems not as beautiful, because he wasn't there with you. So you call home, only to have his friends pick up his call and tell you he's busy and to call back. So you think nothing of it, put down the phone. Shortly after the trip, you find out that the night he didn't pick up your call was also the night he was with someone else.
So you cry alittle, alot actually. You contemplate on stupidly taking him back, because you can't live without him. Strangely you forget that it was him that cheated you.
You cry some more. You cry till you can't cry anymore.
You sleep, you die, wake up a few months later, and start to live again.
Alanis Morrisette sang once, 'Isn't it ironic, you meet the man of your dreams, and than.. you meet his beautiful wife.. isn't it ironic". Which leads to the time you innocently believed that you were the only one for him, because he charmed you into believing so. The one that he wants to be with reasons sounded like sweet nothings at the time. Indeed they were nothings.
Than you meet one, that is interesting, one that you get along with very well, kind, generous, funny. This time, you are not the one wondering. This time he is wondering why if you and I get along so well, why are we not together. In reality, you made a decision not to see this 'friend' intimately, because you didn't feel half of what he feels for you.
So, after the many a men you meet, some you keep, some drift away. You have to ask youself, when will I meet 'The One'...
Is there such a thing as 'The One..' Perhaps, that 'One' makes you feel a certain way, that 'One' makes you smile, that 'One' buys you roses, that 'One' meets your parents or that 'One' tells you he loves you..
He is the 'One' because you choose for it to be. There's no perfect relationship, no perfect men, or women for that matter. Only as perfect as you believe him or her to be. He or she is the one as much as you want he or she to be.
With that, think back on how many times you thought to yourself, or told your friends or brought him home to your family and introuce him as the 'One', only to find out months down the line, you do the same thing but with another guy.
Will we ever be satisfied with what we have, or will we always want something more, something that we can't have. Why is the grass always greener on the other side? Like Why can't have my cake and eat it? The cakes already in my hand, why can't I eat it.... This saying I will never quite comprehend...
It's also inevitable that we will end up with one of the them.
What I am trying to say is, you are who you are today because of them.
Remember the time when you were still a teenager and all you ever did was scribble 'I will love Joe forever' ( an example) on anything your pen could write on. Or the time he went back to his home town to visit his relatives for Christmas, you and him would be apart for a week, and that 7 days would seem like 7 years.
Or the time you went on vacation without him. Paris is expensive, but Paris is romantic. But everything seems not as beautiful, because he wasn't there with you. So you call home, only to have his friends pick up his call and tell you he's busy and to call back. So you think nothing of it, put down the phone. Shortly after the trip, you find out that the night he didn't pick up your call was also the night he was with someone else.
So you cry alittle, alot actually. You contemplate on stupidly taking him back, because you can't live without him. Strangely you forget that it was him that cheated you.
You cry some more. You cry till you can't cry anymore.
You sleep, you die, wake up a few months later, and start to live again.
Alanis Morrisette sang once, 'Isn't it ironic, you meet the man of your dreams, and than.. you meet his beautiful wife.. isn't it ironic". Which leads to the time you innocently believed that you were the only one for him, because he charmed you into believing so. The one that he wants to be with reasons sounded like sweet nothings at the time. Indeed they were nothings.
Than you meet one, that is interesting, one that you get along with very well, kind, generous, funny. This time, you are not the one wondering. This time he is wondering why if you and I get along so well, why are we not together. In reality, you made a decision not to see this 'friend' intimately, because you didn't feel half of what he feels for you.
So, after the many a men you meet, some you keep, some drift away. You have to ask youself, when will I meet 'The One'...
Is there such a thing as 'The One..' Perhaps, that 'One' makes you feel a certain way, that 'One' makes you smile, that 'One' buys you roses, that 'One' meets your parents or that 'One' tells you he loves you..
He is the 'One' because you choose for it to be. There's no perfect relationship, no perfect men, or women for that matter. Only as perfect as you believe him or her to be. He or she is the one as much as you want he or she to be.
With that, think back on how many times you thought to yourself, or told your friends or brought him home to your family and introuce him as the 'One', only to find out months down the line, you do the same thing but with another guy.
Will we ever be satisfied with what we have, or will we always want something more, something that we can't have. Why is the grass always greener on the other side? Like Why can't have my cake and eat it? The cakes already in my hand, why can't I eat it.... This saying I will never quite comprehend...
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