............................You..You
.....and.....................................You

do you want to know a secret?

i am ready to love again...

And it's wonderful to know that this isn't stemmed from bouts of loneliness I sometimes experience. I have come a long way and God saw me through it all. I had some major issues to deal with, namely trust and security.

I had turned into a cynic. There was a point in time where I didn't believe that a man could completely love and commit to one woman even though I witnessed it all around me.

"You know, the happiest moment of my life would be the day when I bring my wife and kids to a restaurant to have good food, to know that my life is complete because I have a family and someone whom I love and who loves me back." -G

What I saw, I could not comprehend. What I heard, I could not grasp. My mind just couldn't (or didn't want to?) reconcile the both. I just couldn't make any sense of it.

But it was real, it IS real.

It is LOVE... unbridled, unashamed, passionate and raw.

It is REAL LOVE, between one man and one woman.

It truly exists.

God has shown me time and again that when He created man and woman, He intended for them to be a unit, that it is possible for one man to love one woman in spite of all the failed marriages and relationships in our world.

call me an idealist

I’ve come to notice that the world turns people into cynics. Not all, I suppose, but a handful.

I was having a conversation with a friend a while back and she said that I was an idealist because of the principals I stood by in which I inevitably voiced out. The conversation didn’t end very well by the way. She was swearing and shouting by the end of it.

Aihh.. this isn’t what I wanted to write about anyway. I apologise, got sidetracked a little. Right, I shall get to it now.

I used to have a crush on this guy, let’s call him X, for the fun of it.

I remember the first time I saw him, when we were still in college. His eyes were filled with unbridled hope, the care-free

I recently had the opportunity of personally meeting X and

and the years have changed him. His eyes no longer
instead I could sense
What happened to all that hope I once saw twinkling in his eyes, the

Even though I only admired him from a far before,

I found myself wanting to impress him, trying to be someone that he’d find interesting

It clearly didn’t work (haha). But then I asked myself, “Why should I anyway?”
I’d much rather have a guy be impressed by me because of me and not because I was morphing into someone his type (unknown to him, of course). Who wouldn’t, right?
Moreover, he isn’t the person I liked before (except for his boyish good looks).

There’s so much in the world for all of us if we only have the eyes to see it, and the arms to embrace it, and the heart to love it–so much in man, so much beauty in which to delight, and for which to be thankful.

I’ve got a friend. He’s an amazing person, if I may add. He’s
He inspires himself, unlike me, a person who relies too much on external factors for her own good.

When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.

To quote from my all time favourite childhood novel, Anne of the Island (the Anne of Green Gables series),
“... looks upon each little hindrance as a jest, and each great one as the foreshadowing of victory.”