Breathe In. Breathe Out and Decide.: August 2013

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

For Snow Fall on the Sahara

It's almost 3 months ago when he remind me not to like him 'that' much.
It's almost 3 months ago when I wrote something about him.. and he suddenly.. gone.

And after 3 months I let myself freely in living.
Spend most my weekend without knowing with whom and where to go.
Keep sending him a good night indicating that he's the only person I remember even when I'm off to bed and the only one in my mind with no reply...

I admit myself while I'm looking deep down on him with my crystal eyes :')

:')

D: How are you? Just a second after he kissed my lips.
Me: Sucks. Without you.
D: Oh yea? Well me too.

Yes! The fact that not having him in my life is possibility really sucks.
For every laugh, smile, hug, memory, fight, cry, and deep conversation, of course, I want to be with him.

D: Welcome home, baby. So this is the new house, very huge right? I'm waiting for your comment, you like it?
Me: Keep staring at his eyes and ain't answer anything. Babe, I'm speechless, this is a very dream house of people, huge, with swimming pool and dog, what else to ask? I'm happy to be with you around, as long as you around, Dave :')

Well, I still don't have any idea see how me and him -us- working these things out. Yea, we're not 'that' far, but maybe we are the part of relationship's diagram: love-couple-sex-it's complicated-perfect match-f buddy-friendship.

Or maybe sometimes you feel everything and nothing all at once. Sometimes I find myself smiling when missing something at the same time. At times, I can absolutely love a person while wanting to hate them.
Well, that's again life! Comes with no guarantee but you have the right to expect that something can brighten your face-by-the-time-I'm-telling-him-the-truth-that-how-I-miss-being-with-him-after-he-ask-me-do-you-like-me-that-much?-

:')

Who cares about shit happens for a perfect reason? About how he may now at the weakest need someone to lift him up! I'm in! Count me in!

I can't promise to fix all your problems, Babe. But I can promise you won't have to face them alone.
At least, you can cherish for I never give up on you...

And feel this way :)

May I?

Saturday, August 10, 2013

You Accept The Love You Think You Deserve

I don’t have any idea how many people fallin’ in fallin’ out of love.

Tried to love and or to be loved but always end up with a broken heart.

And how many people still believe that true love truly exists? The rest can go with such lovely things uncalled love; flirt, dating, one-night stand.

Me? I’ve tried and I try to move my feet, move on from somebody that I know he doesn’t exist, his love may don't exist too, his memories, his sudden feeling.

Well, I’m not ‘that’ naïve can say a flowery thing or flowery words is a crazy little thing called love, no I’m not.

I keep everything flowing like a river even I know it surely to the sea, but can I say I’m tired?

I’m tired of guessing, I’m tired even not expecting something I know I didn’t do that.

People hurt, people leave, and life must go on.

You may in love with somebody that loving another person even you know it doesn’t work. People also may love you even they know that you’re just not into him.

And yes, it’s not a game; it’s a real fact of a real life that you can always accept anything you don’t want.

You want to be her so he can love you. Does he want to be with him so I can love him?

It’s not how things works as well, darling.

People need space, to freely live their own life, to know what they must do, what they must say even it hurts or even its not acceptable…

And if wisdom is the only one you have to accept all the things that you can’t change… Do you mind to believe, that true love may truly exist? That you are really deserved to accept the love?

In the other way and in the other time, I may choose to believe it :’)

What Passion Can Do

Good afternoon, Sir.

My name is K, I’m the manager on duty in charge of our property. Is there anything I can help to assist you, Sir?

He’s screaming out to my face and telling me everything. Describe me how he hates the hotel, how the reception doesn’t work as they used to be, how he hates the porter cause he keeps thinking that all we do is so wrong.

Well, I’m not assigned to be slapped by complainer; I didn’t apply to be-a-garbage-that-you-all-can-say-anything-you-want-to me.

Do I look ‘that’ nice so in the end sometimes you just stop saying a word and no idea what’s to continues, to be say sorry as well for what you did?

Do you need a brain, do you need a heart, take mine, take everything all I have.

Yea I wish I can say it But I can’t.

For every bad treatment people do, I keep quiet, for every word hurt, I keep forgive, and to back to the front line as I’m on fire enjoying to be a front liner, is all about passion.

Respect and money have nothing to do with this, what money can do in delivering the message that required a satisfaction? It has nothing to do.

Happy MOD K, you are loved, Miss Manager On Duty!