To him, our relationship is a young sapling of red apple. He is taking care of the sapling with a desire for tasty fruits and a hope for a sheltering shadow and a beautiful broad dense and twiggy crown. He will do his best taking care of it. It might not turn to what he is hoping for. He might get disappointed when it's time to enjoy the fruits. He knows that and he is ready to take the chance.
To me, our relationship is a rose. A beautiful sensitive red rose bud of whose aroma I am speechless and by whose beauty I am blown away. I'm taking care of my rose with all I have and I'm not hoping for anything extra besides what I'm already getting. My beautiful red bud will turn to a beautiful red rose and I'm here to make sure it happens perfectly. It's my rose and I'm going to keep it safe forever.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wow!It's almost another one month again.
I didn't have access to internet recently. Since my sister is back, I can't sit in front of the computer much. I don't remember last time I've checked my emails.
This month had so much ups and downs. We broke up two times. The first time I was sure that's what I wanted; breaking up for the last time. But then he called me and we went to Niagara Falls for his birthday.
He is forty now.In English, forty is the only number whose constituent letters appear in alphabetical order. To me, forty is a special number and a special age. I have a feeling that this is going to be a very special year of his life, and I have a feeling that I'll be a special part of it.
Second time we broke up in this past 30 days, I was so scared that I called him and asked him to consider another chance with me. Everything went wrong suddenly and I hurt him with my out of control attitude and I had to prove him that wasn't me. It could be the hormones or the pressure of outside world, but definitely not me. How someone with such calm and positive nature can turn to a wild tornado and ruin everything around her, I'm surprised myself more than anyone else. Anyways, he said he wants to give us another chance and I think that's so smart of him. I have a feeling that if we survive this transition state of our life, we'll have a great time together.
Something is telling me we meant to be together. Something told me that as soon as laid my eyes on his picture. Something is telling me that every time I see him or hear his voice.
Something tells me we belong to each other every minute and every second of my life.
I didn't have access to internet recently. Since my sister is back, I can't sit in front of the computer much. I don't remember last time I've checked my emails.
This month had so much ups and downs. We broke up two times. The first time I was sure that's what I wanted; breaking up for the last time. But then he called me and we went to Niagara Falls for his birthday.
He is forty now.In English, forty is the only number whose constituent letters appear in alphabetical order. To me, forty is a special number and a special age. I have a feeling that this is going to be a very special year of his life, and I have a feeling that I'll be a special part of it.
Second time we broke up in this past 30 days, I was so scared that I called him and asked him to consider another chance with me. Everything went wrong suddenly and I hurt him with my out of control attitude and I had to prove him that wasn't me. It could be the hormones or the pressure of outside world, but definitely not me. How someone with such calm and positive nature can turn to a wild tornado and ruin everything around her, I'm surprised myself more than anyone else. Anyways, he said he wants to give us another chance and I think that's so smart of him. I have a feeling that if we survive this transition state of our life, we'll have a great time together.
Something is telling me we meant to be together. Something told me that as soon as laid my eyes on his picture. Something is telling me that every time I see him or hear his voice.
Something tells me we belong to each other every minute and every second of my life.
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