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I start to realize that somehow painful is just simply a part of love unless it’s harming physically.
Pain does not necessarily means love is end and we need to let go.
We just need to be patient. There’s no one that perfectly fit in our life, therefore we need to understand each other. However understanding is the hardest part because we never know whether our act is actually understand(ing) or just trying so hard to fit.
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Contemplating happiness
In my quiet moments that’s when I hear my loudest cries. It’s mostly when I’m along that I truly hear my inner self, the one that has core desires and pure wisdom. I might think I’m happy when with others or when others make provide me reasons to be happy. But it’s really in my solitude that I discover what really makes me happy. Because most of the time, the forces surrounding me meddle with my definitions of happiness.
Its just a dream?
Yesterday was the first time i dreamed of him.
He was sleeping next to me, laying his head on my chest.
I played with his hair and touched his cheeks, then he woke up, i was glad, very glad..
He then reached me and said he felt sorry for being sick and couldn’t making time meeting me, when the only thing that i want is see his face, when this guy needed him badly.
the next thing i knew, i woke up with tears.
i miss him a lot. a lot..