I always take a risk everytime i fall inlove. i can clearly see the flaws of this certain guy and yet i still gamble my love like he deserves all of it. Love, therefore, is not blind. maybe lovers are blind.
I fell inlove with a shy, silent-type boy who was about two years older than me. it wasnt supposed to be that way because he was my cousin's friend (a sign of betrayal) and we were in a secret relationship. he was this guy who would love to attend classes thrice a week, and i was a girl who loved to go to school everyday. i showered him with inspiration to at least bring out the best in him, and i failed. i broke up with this guy to make him realize my sacrifices and let him at least undo his lunacy. unfortunately he's gone worse and you don't wanna know what else happened.
i fell inlove again, the second time. This guy was smart, hot and a great dancer, thank god. it was a great honor and responsibility at the same time for he was a playboy. i pursued my feelings thinking he'd learn to settle down with just one. just one girl. unfortunately, that girl wasn't me. but at least i've plastered a change in his hilarious perception of how to handle relationships. we're good friends now. :D
then again i fell. this was the third time. it's this guy who claims to be a straight guy when literally he acts like some kind of a gay or a bisexual (forgive me for the term). this was the toughest risk i had to take, to deal with all the criticisms and gossips of the people, why should i care in the first place? but then i gave up, eventually. i havent found my other half in him. it was not growing, all the more it was repulsive between me and him. end of story.
as you can notice, i've loved with all my heart wanting nothing but change for those guys. i've aimed for their betterment and the like.
was it selfish of me for not accepting them the way they were or was it selfless of me sacrificing all the more to give them courage and help them grow?
today im in the process of counting another love story. it's some kind of a perky love. a love focused on the brighter side, the inspiration gained, the joy of seeing him smile, seeing those eyes sparkle like no other and hearing his ever beautiful accent. no hopes for a future together, just pure acceptance of the tremendous reality of rejection. that's it. :)
I fell inlove with a shy, silent-type boy who was about two years older than me. it wasnt supposed to be that way because he was my cousin's friend (a sign of betrayal) and we were in a secret relationship. he was this guy who would love to attend classes thrice a week, and i was a girl who loved to go to school everyday. i showered him with inspiration to at least bring out the best in him, and i failed. i broke up with this guy to make him realize my sacrifices and let him at least undo his lunacy. unfortunately he's gone worse and you don't wanna know what else happened.
i fell inlove again, the second time. This guy was smart, hot and a great dancer, thank god. it was a great honor and responsibility at the same time for he was a playboy. i pursued my feelings thinking he'd learn to settle down with just one. just one girl. unfortunately, that girl wasn't me. but at least i've plastered a change in his hilarious perception of how to handle relationships. we're good friends now. :D
then again i fell. this was the third time. it's this guy who claims to be a straight guy when literally he acts like some kind of a gay or a bisexual (forgive me for the term). this was the toughest risk i had to take, to deal with all the criticisms and gossips of the people, why should i care in the first place? but then i gave up, eventually. i havent found my other half in him. it was not growing, all the more it was repulsive between me and him. end of story.
as you can notice, i've loved with all my heart wanting nothing but change for those guys. i've aimed for their betterment and the like.
was it selfish of me for not accepting them the way they were or was it selfless of me sacrificing all the more to give them courage and help them grow?
today im in the process of counting another love story. it's some kind of a perky love. a love focused on the brighter side, the inspiration gained, the joy of seeing him smile, seeing those eyes sparkle like no other and hearing his ever beautiful accent. no hopes for a future together, just pure acceptance of the tremendous reality of rejection. that's it. :)
The Perky goes Martyr...
4 comments:
he's got no straight accent. probably out-of-this-world so dub it as beautiful hahas. beautiful post. wonderful read. :)
shhh. betch. don't make it obvious. lol. i love you!
i just think u should never enter a relationship trying to change the other. that is where people often fail.
thanks! maybe i shouldnt at all. :0
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