my slice of life

our little heart-to-heart was the key to unlocking memories kept up in the deepest darkest parts of our hearts. same experiences, same sentiments, same maturity. we've all learnt it the hard way, that which have made us just a little less gullible, less trusting, and more guarded. protection for our little fragile hearts.

how easy it is to diss boys. especially those who make and then break. for i believe in purging. it helps; like band-aid on the tiny cuts healing themselves in our hearts. perhaps to hide the ugliness of it, or just to leave them aside and hope they go away by themselves. yeah, it hurts that they're not hurting as much as you do. maybe its because they didnt care as much to begin with. or simply, just because.

but at every end, theres always a new beginning. a new journey to be explored once again, a clearer understanding and brighter perspective. and you begin to feel the need again, the want, and the longing. same feelings, different person. but this time, you look before you leap. in some point or another, the "L" word comes into the picture once again. and you find yourself falling all over again, trusting and believing. and the cycle starts itself again..

what a love-hate relationship. God must have an interesting sense of humor.

but thanks babe, for letting me know that im not alone in this (: to share the bittersweetness of the past, and the anticipation and excitement of the present, and perhaps future? haha. we'll walk in this together, alongside God (: because then we'll know that everything's gonna be fine, even if the "tong huas" dont exist.