How Long Should It Take?

It is definitely hard to forget a person who once made your life a complete fairytale. It is like you intentionally and gladly used a permanent maker to write your story on the board, then realizing you obviously wrote a wrong word and you're trying to erase it. It is hard. You used water, alcohol, and even your cologne just to remove the mark that tainted the board. It is hard. After doing all the effort just to remove the stains, here you are, realizing that there are still very tiny dots that stayed no matter how much you tried to clean it up. Same as love. No matter how you try to forget a person, the memories will just keep on entering your mind.

Being In Love

I'm nearly nineteen and I barely know the feeling of being in love. In my 17 months of being in a relationship, I've never been in a state of almost dying because of excessive fireworks exploding in my stomach. I may be mendaciously speaking but believe me, I'm undergoing some melodramatic thinking about how things are going. I've been falling in and out of love insensibly for the past months. I detest the feeling of being trapped by a relationship that is barely working. I've been trying hard to make everything right, or at least right to you. You are obviously nonchalant of the things I do for you, for us. You always put the blame on me where in fact should have put on you. You are taking advantage of the fact that I can't afford to lose you. You don't care what I really feel. You don't even care if I'm going through hell. Pain and ache have been killing me, softly but surely, since the very first day I laid my heart on you. And do you have any idea what hurts the most? It is when I needed you most, talking to you with a broken heart, and you, I don't know why, were responding to me like I was just playing around. That's what kills me, pieces to pieces. You didn't care, honestly, because that's what I felt. Do you know what I've been thinking lately? Yes, I wonder if you really know me. I wonder if you know my favorite flower -- I bet you don't.

Novels Are Better Than Reality

The undeniable fact is, I'm almost quitting on reading Nicholas Sparks' tear-jerking novels since I'm having a wrong impression about the true meaning of authentic love. It is not surprising in his novels how two strangers from diverse world come to cross a similar path together. I have to admit that he really is a great writer but sometimes, I find it hard to understand if that kind of love he undoubtedly mentioned is still existing -- or did exist. This applies to all kind of relationship. But romantically speaking,  it is very touching how lovers risk everything to be with each other, to hug each other, to kiss each other, to end up together.