Somewhere
Somewhere
Somewhere
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You fear rejection so you don't let others feel the pain of being rejected. You
appreciate their feelings for you even if you don't like them. You keep them by
your side for as long as they adore you. You reject no one.
But sometimes, you need to let the people around you go. You need to reject
them and set them free because that's the kind of love, respect and consideration
they need from you. Stop keeping them for your sake.
I beg you. Please, say those painful words. Stop chasing me. Stop keeping me. I
know you dont like me.
How can something be called love when it's based on a list of conditions ---such
as men are for women?
When is love becomes real and genuine? When it is not based on conditions and
gender exclusivity.
At school, we were thought to love our neighbours but when adulting hits, we
need a partner who would define love for us.
Maybe at some point, people has to move on, meet new people, smile on silly
things, enjoy the company of strangers and accept the fact that what has been
broken can never be fixed again.
Maybe it's ok to cry in silence specially if it's the only way to heal. When you
chose someone else over what we had, I realised i must been someone who never
mattered or that maybe we never had anything at all. It must have been a
daydream. A beautiful yet painful dream.
Maybe it's ok to search for peace alone. Being away from you made me miserable
but hearing your laughter made my emotional disaster worthy. Honestly, I didn't
know which was louder, was it my heart breaking or the voices around me.
Notes re suffrage
Dont get me wrong...i hate those thieves. But i do not hate the people who voted
for them. Other than those criminals, i hate the system and the people who
hypocritically show off their elitist standard.
Personal Notes
I remember everything
The day when you stood beside me and talked about your favorite drink
How the perfect, beautiful and refreshing sunrays hit our faces, obscuring our
views
Stopping my freaking out heart, denying me of sanity
I remember us when we were young. Whsn everything was not as complicated as
now.
Now that we've grown. The same scenario has repeated. This time we were
seating apart. Ww still have the same view. The trees, the buildings, the sun
beaming at us but no longer connecting us. The sun no longer reaches our faces,
our sights were obscured by our differences, our hearts sinking, feelings
shrinking, memories
You wouldnt see the big picture if you would always squeeze in and be in the
picture. You need to step out of it, move a bit far and look at it thru the lens of
your camera.