The Difference

Unfortunately, not all first relationships we dwell into end up being our last. And face it- the first time we realize that our ought to be dude or damsel in distress became a rather distressing damsel or dude instead. Then we focus so much on the pain that they caused, and we end up hurting ourselves too much.

Sometimes we tend to be in despair when the person we love leaves us, but the truth is, it's not our loss, but theirs, for they left the only person who wouldn't give up on them.

And then we unconsciously share our story to some people we halfheartedly or even wholeheartedly trust. We tell them that we have undergone an unbearable pain that would last maybe a day after forever, a pain that just went because whatever was that thing we felt with that person we were with before just was wrong and temporary, and that we should not have wasted time with that person when we knew it would just end up like this.

Love is like a puzzle.
When you're in love,
all the pieces fit but
when your heart gets broken,
it takes a while to get everything back together.

And then suddenly, one person we told our so tragic a story shares his/her consents about what you feel- that the person is the one that makes you smile when you remember those bad memories, that he/she makes you feel better every time you feel bad- and then suddenly, you think, and you feel, that you're in love again.

Despair leads to betrayal.

And also, the person we told not even half our life's story to feels the same, awkward way to you too- and in an awkward evening in an awkward occasion, in an awkward timing, you confess to each other. And boom, there goes another story. And maybe another ending.


It's not serendipity, but just a force entry to your broken heart.

Looking at the two sides of the coin though, I guess it's plain wrong. It's not love- it's pity. It's remorse, mercy, charity, sympathy, empathy, and almost every other thing other than love. If you have someone suddenly appearing in your life after a really shocking incident, be happy- but do not abuse the happening. I don't really think that love can develop in such a short span of time and maybe it's just for the sake of a rebound- which is painful, but inescapably true.

And also, if suddenly, a friend or maybe even an acquaintance of yours suddenly bestows you the hurt story of his/her life, and you feel a mysterious feeling lurking inside you, it's not love, and it's never going to be. It's just pity for the person because you realize he/she just went through a phase that wasn't really that friendly.

If you don't want to get involved, never comfort a fragile heart- sympathy and empathy are easily mistaken for love.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. I guess, we don't have to resort into such rash decisions. If we were hurt, then we give time for our hearts to heal, and not just stake it once again and maybe just end up hurting it again. We wait.

To win the heart of a NURSE, we must be PATIENT.

Also, when we hear someone else's love story that didn't really turn out to be a love story at all, we need to comfort the person, yes- but in a friendly way, and no other way. Actually, some people try to persuade us to love them when they say that they've been hurt- but we shouldn't really give in to that. Who would want a relationship that would be developed out of that? Love doesn't develop out of pity. Pity is way too far out of the context of love. Love is something that develops suddenly, coincidentally, and mysteriously- not because of sympathy, but of plain serendipity. :)

We don't love someone just because we care for them, but we care for someone because we love them. :D

Missing Someone

A new day begins. You eat, surf, chat, read, exercise, laugh, dance, sing, and do everything else that you can- but still, there's something that your heart is yearning for. There's something that blunders and ultimately makes all the rest of your days incomplete- and you suddenly remember- oh, it was him/her.


If you love someone more than anything, then distance only matters to the mind, not to the ♥


Missing someone- is a test more difficult than anything you take in school. It's where you test your conviction about the both of you- where you can actually know that you love the person more than anything in the world.


Can miles truly separate you? If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?


Distance- a short but stout word. Most people say that LDRs (Long Distance Relationships) don't work out because you just don't feel the love at all when one is in the Earth while the other's in Mars. But I think, it's a wrong perception about LDRs. I salute to those people who are in those kind of relationships, actually. I think they're one of the strongest types of relationships. It's hard to keep, but still they manage to keep that fire burning and warming up. They're doing everything to not let what they started end.


Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.


Honesty, loyalty, commitment- these words make are like love to you in a relationship- since it's what keeps the relationship alive. As I see it, distance isn't a killer, but rather, an elixir of strengthening a relationship- because it keeps us from being astray and the more we miss a person, the more we realize we love the person. :)


If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.


Even heaven can be hell if you miss someone. Yes- missing someone is indeed a a hard thing to do and manage, but it's one great step towards utter perfection. Because, as long as you know what your worth is with each other, distance doesn't really matter- since love just overflows and conquers every nasty feeling inside your heart. Because, as we always knew, absence makes the heart grow fonder. :)


Missing a person isn't thinking about what he/she's LEFT in your life, but thinking about what he/she's done RIGHT in your life. :)))