• 19th April
    2012
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People say that love is not always enough.. and I think, I believe that too.

Compromise.. and patience.. and understanding.. and acceptance.

There is no such thing as a perfect relationship.. “happy ever after” is how you make your partnership work.. It is measured by how much you are willing to give.. and how much less you expect to get in return. And “I’ve had enough” is a turning point, where you’d lose everything.. where you’d find yourself alone again.. a man who fought and gave up.. a dreamer who was left with nothing but a broken heart.

  • 10th April
    2012
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  • 17th November
    2011
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  • 5th November
    2011
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  • 20th October
    2011
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Losing battle. An end of a phase..

I’ve learned from Steve that old clears out to make way for the new. I know too, that he wasn’t talking about death alone.. but to everything in general. We have to let go of the things we hold dear, and start our life again.. we have to move on, and be brave enough to face our new path.. cope up and accept things as they come, and make the most out of everything.

This year has been a really tough year.. for me and to a lot of my loved ones. I’m at the verge of losing another battle, and I’m not ready to deal with that yet. But sometimes, I try to convince myself that it’s wise to let go.. that maybe, it is meant to be that way.. and maybe it would be better that way.

I have learned the hard way that some battles should not be fought to be won..

  • 17th October
    2011
  • 17

Smiling means you’re trying.. and crying is giving up..

I want to smile and cry at the same time, I’m just not sure if there’s a half way through all of these.. If only I could, I’d choose not to care. but caring like love comes naturally.. and there’s really no way out.

So here I am, slowly taking things in.. trying to show everyone that coping up is easy.. but deep inside, we all know that it isn’t.

  • 10th October
    2011
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  • 25th August
    2011
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  • 24th August
    2011
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Several months ago in Paris, a lovely young woman accused me of ‘pretending’ to be a duke. She said that I was such a poor ‘impostor’ that I really ought to choose some other title to which to aspire - some title that would suit me better. I decided there was only one other title I wanted: that of her husband…Believe me, my first title was far more easily acquired than the second, and of far, far less value.

Believe me, my first title was far more easily acquired than the second, and of far, far less value.

Clayton Westmoreland, 9th Duke of Claymore. (Whitney, My Love by Judith McNaught)

  • 21st August
    2011
  • 21
something for myself: I can’t help but believe that love is just not for some people.

deeperside:

I can’t help but believe that love is just not for some people.

I have seen people fall in love and endured everything through time. But I have seen people fall out of love too.. some of them lasts for a couple of years.. and some, just after a couple of days. It’s tricky, and I know you’d agree that love, no matter how much you work on it.. will always be unpredictable.

I have met Jane last week, and she told me stories about her young self.. and how she let a lot of love pass her by. She was pretty.. still is actually, even at her old age of 46.. She told me tales about how many suitors used to lined up for her attention.. how her 2nd boyfriend brought her in a cheap hotel, and how nervous she was that day.. she told me about Selmo, and his love for her that she turned down because she can’t learn to love him back. She said, Selmo was not easily discouraged and tried again many times.. but still she wasn’t able to love him back. She told me how much she regret letting him go.. and how she can still hear his words after so many years, “I don’t know how to move on from you, Jane. I do not even know if I could still love someone else after you.” I saw Jane took a deep sigh. And across the table, I saw how pain crossed her eyes before saying.. “He’s married now. 3 kids.”

Jane, like almost every girl I know, dreamt of happy endings too.. of loving someone who loves her. She prayed for it to come true and it didn’t. But maybe, love is not for her.. and I can’t help but think that maybe.. love is not for me too.