06/16/14 09:26:43 AM
Unless you are lucky to pick that “perfect kind” of lady, congratulations. I think you just reached the peak of your dreams. But as the reality bites continue to hit and hurt us, you have a long way to go, especially if you are a young lass, regardless if you're studying or working.
Love can by a cynical sometimes. It can only evolved in an almost unbreakable cycle, hoping like a flower to blossom even further. Unless, you have to do something with it.
Let me guess, man. You have thought of these lines. You have once had the same perception. You might even said any of these words at all.
(Then)She used to be the one you met a few years ago, in a very random moment of your life. In such an unexpected manner, you fell in love.She used to be the reason why you have load everyday, for you to text her 24/7, unlimited.
She was the main reason why you go online in either Facebook or Twitter, for you to chat with her for some time.She used to be the reason why you go out on your day-offs to spend time with her watching movies, roving around the metropolis, or just eating around.She was responsible for your never-ending-like smile, and even laughs.She's the literal meaning of idioms “apple of my eye” and “music to my ears,” in your perspectiveShe was the one that made your heart beat (in such a way that is called “feelings”) for a moment, and dictated your fate with her to establish a relationship.
At that moment, she was your inspiration. The one whom you felt and planned, to stay on for the rest of your life. It was both “always and forever-themed promise.” But after certain, undefined period of time, there you are... uttering words which seemed totally in contrast to what your mouth told us before.
She broke up with you after numerous misunderstandings, the misunderstandings that are uncontrollable anymore, and the misunderstanding which led to your series of miseries in life.
She was the reason for your emotional breakdown, and the sole responsible for your mourning nights.
She was the reason why you switched numbers, Facebook and Twitter passwords, or even your e-mail and ATM.
She was responsible for your habitual drunken nights, and to think you can forget her that way? Think again, mister.
She's the reason why your friendship was sacrificed into a relationship, and can never held it back to that level.
And after all of the joy and pain now, she is now just a distant blurred memory for you; a painful one yet you have to deal with it. You can't run, hide nor escape that nightmare, 'cause at the end of the day, life only moves to one forward direction and you can never go against it.
It only tells you one thing: move forward.
Author: slickmaster | © 2014 september twenty-eight productions