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Friday, April 23, 2010

i feel like posting this again.

Love is not about him calming you down when you yell. It’s him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, and right in your face to wake you up and keep you grounded. It isn’t him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. It’s not him caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It’s him standing there, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person’s hands and said, “Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat; forget I ever handed it to you”.

We’re nowhere near perfection. We screw things up, sometimes. Honestly, I’ve screwed things up be it important, valuable or irrelevant and I dare say it even after all the crap I had to put up with; I have no regrets. Even if I’ve apologised innumerable times even after being called a stupid fuck and I do respect you even though you're yelling fuck me at me. Automatically, something in mind triggers and informs me constantly that hey, it’s life.It messes with you.And after a while you learn that you don’t need anyone else in order to survive. No one is ever going to always be there, no matter what they say or what they promise you. You just got to suck it up, accept it and keep going on.

on the other hand, term test are over. last paper sucked to the max but its okay gotta move on. nw i shall work and countdown my days to tioman. hehe love you ironman and thank you for rock and roll.

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