I love Sunday!
A day to make me realise what I don't have in life and to appreciate the people around me. A lot of people say, watching drama make you think more than what you're suppose to think and imagine. When you watch a love soup opera, you tend to get yourself imagine what if you are the girl, or what if you are the guy. How sweet or sour would your life be. I'm one, who after watching the drama every Sunday morning would want a boyfriend. I never like cool and non-talkative kind of guy, but to think about it now, I don't mind. A drama to pursue every Sunday titled "Silence" on 8tv at 9am. I guess love can be anywhere surrounding us, maybe its someone we know from young, but the fate is not there. Or maybe its someone that walk pass you at some random corridor at college, at the road when you want to cross or at the railway station when both are waiting for the same train and lots more to mention. An independent woman will not rely on her boyfriend and giving that impression that she don't mind not meeting and talking to the boyfriend for weeks, yet feeling insecure deep in her.
Personally, I am not independent. Not at all. I might not mind having a long distance relationship in future, but I will still always hope that my another half would be there for me whenever I need him, for ups and down. I hope he would pamper me like how I would do to him.
p/s: I don't know why but I am always feeling emotional after watching the drama and it would take me the whole day to recover. Deep in me, I know why, its just I am not giving up and admit that, that is me and the way I actually feel. For who I am, I am disappointed some times.
Quote for the day:
Truly loving another means letting go of all expectations. It means full acceptance, even celebration of another's personhood.
To those with a partner, I guess its time to appreciate each other if you haven't really done it. Don't wait till you lose her or him and then you cry over a spilt milk, love never work that way. Promises are meant to be kept and grow with experience as every minute passes by.
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