I was once a hopeless romantic.. I fell in love on the fact of being in love, thinking its all about happiness. Ive been to only few but ive seen a lot. Then and there i was touched by the realities of love. I saw and feel how one struggled to save the relationship while the other couldnt care less. It takes two to tango cuz no matter how the better half strived, it never gonna work since the partner was so excited to get out. I could easily relate on the plot of their stories. Some hold on for so long while there were only short lived. I find it reel for real, how complex it turned out. Basically women only wants to be comforted, to be assured and to be love by a man whether or not of her taste and preference. Nobody knows how fate works but we know that we do write our own story and at the same time, we play the main role. Till this very moment, i am still a hopeless romantic. I seldom see myself being the princess in distress, saved by her knight. Its just too fancy to be true, too epic to be perfect or it could be too fiction to be real. The years gave me the chance to rediscover and relish the beautiful and not quite beautiful facts of being in love. Yet still, it never change any of my amateur belief. I am still in love of being in love and i always love the man whose hugs makes me feel so safe while he puts tender little kisses on my forehead. That certain gesture is so remarkable which often takes me to dreamland and once again, his kisses would wake me up to rise and shine as we continue living our dreams. ~ejcl™
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 13:04:53 +0000
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