People want to believe in true love. We persistently insist that it exists. That we are all destined for someone; that certain someone who will almost do everything with us, laugh with us, cry with us, cuddle with us and mingle with us. That certain someone whom we want to build a future with. That certain someone whom we will give in thoroughly; even if it means sacrificing a whole bright future or changing us. But what is true love? How could an individual say it’s true? How could we even express it? Is it a love like of a male penguin to his mate that he’d be forever faithful to her? Or is it a love like Romeo and Juliet’s? uhmm. who could say?
I think almost everyone of us is aware about the Romeo and Juliet love story. Most of us today say that it is a “martyr” kind of love between the two. Juliet sacrificed her own life so that up to the last second of her breath she’d be next to Romeo and they’d be together hugging each other. I don't know what the love of Juliet feels like. But if it is defined as a love without bound or limit, a love to leave someone for, a love to cross oceans for. Then, YES. I have felt the same way and well to tell you the truth, I still feel the same way up to now. I’m glad I had the courage to seize it but unfortunately due to my short-comings love has grown to tired and let go of me and yes I am regretting it every single day.
I have wanted to post this almost a year ago, but didn’t have the courage to. I never wanted someone to know that you no longer want me the way you did 4 years ago. I mean who cares if I post it this right? Who would even bother to read? I just want to be true to myself from now on. I love and hate reminiscing the moment when we first met, when we first hold hands and kiss; it makes me smile for a bit but leaves an ache here in my heart.
The way you wanted to see me before. It’s totally different now. I beg for you to come and see me. It saddens me that it turned out like this. Out of all the memories together. I guess you just grew too tired of me. Tired of saying that you love me too. Tired of the silly old ridiculous me. But I’m trying to change. For the better. I’m starting to fix things; I just wish you notice my efforts. I don’t want to tell you I’m changing. For I know deep inside of you, you’re also tired of believing in me. I could feel that when I say I love and miss you and get no response at all. I know I deserve this. Even if it hurts bigtime. I’ll never grow tired of understanding you because I know I made you that way. WALA KASI AKONG KWENTA.
FATE brought us together, separated us but destiny will find its way.
I LOVE AND MISS YOU CHOKO BEYBS.
(dito ko na lang ippost para kahit wala akong matanggap na sagot e hindi masakit kasi alam kong hindi mo naman mababasa to)
No matter how sad this post is. I still believe in DESTINY you know and for me it is defined as YOU and ME J
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