When does something become something else? Maybe when you stop hoping. Maybe when you start to realize that you’ve been wishing for “it” to happen for too long but it never did. Maybe when you start to get tired for trying so hard but “it” didn’t turn out to something you’ve always wanted. Or maybe when you wake up one day and realize that you deserve better.
Monday, February 16
Friday, February 13
There are only a few days left before Valentine’s Day. My newsfeed is full of V-day related posts. Some of my friends are already sharing about their weekend plans with their beaus. There are those who look forward to celebrating the “Hearts’ Day” in a fancy restaurant, enjoy the sunset with their loves at beach or do any intimate activities at romantic places. Some are also talking about the gifts they are planning to give their partners and the presents they wish to receive from their lovers.
Then… There are those who talk about their frustrations (but yes, in funny way) about Valentine’s. Some are bitter about their lost love, the love that got away, the love that never had a chance, the love that ended before it even started, the love that never came and/or the love at a wrong time.
I’m pretty sure that I don’t fall in the first category – the group of people who are happily in love on Valentine’s Day. At the same time, I'm also not sure on whether or not I fall in the second group – those who has issues about love and yes, the Valentine’s day. All I know is that I thought this year’s February 14 is going to be different. But as I see it, it’s going to be that same happy-yet-boring-do-not-mind-me day for me.
February 14, 2015 – the third Valentine’s day that I’m still (yes, proud, happy to be and sometimes wondering why) single. I’ve learned to count the years because my friends never failed to remind me (every single year) that I’m still loveless during V-day.
Monday, February 2
It's the first day of the week and I can't believe that I'm feeling oh-so-good after everything that happened for the past few days. There's no doubt that I woke up at the right side of my bed! The first thing I did was to grab the first book I saw on my bedside table - Lang Leav's Love and Misadventure. It has always been my thing to flip the pages of a particular book, randomly stop at a certain page and read anything written on it. For this morning, I landed at page 107 of L&A:
"Her heart is played
like well-worn strings;
in her eyes,
the sadness sings,
of one who was destined
for better things."
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