Happiness is waking up in the morning and realizing you still have a few more hours left to sleep. Happiness is splashing in a pool on a hot summer day. Happiness is not being bogged down by any worries. Happiness is knowing someone you love, feeling the same way about you. Happiness is having hot chocolate on a cold rainy day. Happiness is being held by you.
“Sometimes when I look at you, and you’re looking back at me, I can see something. This teeny wheeny hint of something more, something you’re feeling but can’t say. When our eyes meet, it’s like we’re instantly connected. And I know no one catches it but me and you, but I like it that way. It’s like our own little secret; a place we go to when everything around us is crazy and we just need some semblance of normal.”—
I dated this guy for 6 months and I believe that he is my first love and I know I was his. I broke it off with him 3 months ago for many reasons and also because I found another guy. The new guy left me 2 months later for another girl (karma). I really miss my first love and ive been regretting the breakup everyday ever since. I don’t know if I should beg for his forgiveness or move on. I’m also afraid to talk to him because he told me not to talk to him ever again.
Hello, hmm this sounds like a tricky situation here. Do you think you want him back because you realised how much you actually missed and loved him or because you need someone to fill up your second ex’s absence? If its the former, then perhaps you can type an email to him or talk things out nicely. If he refuses to forgive you, then I suggest it’d be better for you to move on. Just my two cents worth. Hope it helps :) Cheer up!
I’m in need of some advice and i really hope that you’d be able to help me. I’m feeling really very traumatised by this boy called XX. Well XX and i have been together for about 3 years now. And the past few months havent been good. Well, he went to club despite me telling him not to. And i’m sure we all know what happens there. I mean he’s stopped doing all of this because he’s changed and he said that he will not do this because its just bad. I mean i guess after a long while he listened to what i was saying. When i told him that i was going to club and asked him to join my friends and i, he just kept saying that that is a bad place to go and you shouldn’t be there. But i really am just there to accompany my friends. I mean sometimes it really is confusing why he’s allowed to do things and he controls me when i ask to do things as well. Once he did tell me that he danced with girls there and everything, so i guess that there is still an element of being honest.
But i really find it hard to trust him, and i really dont know what to do. I just cant help but think of all the bad things that could’ve just happened in there. And i’m really afraid. I’m trumatised and i dont know what to do.. Please give me your advice.
PS: I really enjoy reading your blog, it gives me hope that things will get better :)
Hello, thank you for the effort in finding my formspring link despite me not posting it for so long :) In my opinion, I think that clubbing can be harmless fun as long as your boyfriend knows what he should, and should not be doing. If you think that trust is lacking somewhere, do have a proper talk with him about how you feel so that he can see where you’re coming from. Also, I think that if he doesn’t want you to head to the clubs, then its only fair that he shouldn’t too. Perhaps the best solution I think is to head down to the clubs together :) Anyway things will definitely get better so don’t give up hoping! Hope things will work out for you soon <3
I find myself sitting alone at Macs this one evening, too depressed to indulge in retail therapy. I wolf down nuggets as Maggie Gyllenhal keeps me company with her reading of Plath. I have my paper and pencil in front of me and I mean to write but my heart’s too heavy and full of anxiety so I lean…
This is just awfully sweet and it made my heart sing :)
We can't waste too much time missing something or someone from the past. We accept that life's never constant; things change and people grow apart. Yet we can't stop thinking about how good it used to be; afraid that we'd never experience it again, afraid that we've already lived it and lost it.
“You know you’re in love when all it takes is one song to make you think of him. And you can’t hear anything except the music and your heart beating. All of a sudden you find it hard to breathe, butterflies are in your stomach, and tears are running down your cheeks. But you don’t know why.”—
i sleep intermittently, for hours on end and some days hardly at all. i watch movies and listen to songs that break my heart. it doesn’t really matter because i’ve gotten better at hiding, but some days not so well. people get tired. yet in reality i think no one really cares to hear anything less than “i am fine”. someday (perhaps in a good way) i might even forget how to feel.
”Listening to songs that break my heart” - Too true for me.
“I needed to know that I meant something, anything to you. But what I got was nothing, absolutely nothing. And it’s funny the things you realize when someone walks away. At first you feel as though it’s your fault. Feeling like nothing, and so close to falling apart. But in time, you come to realize that you did nothing wrong; that it’s his loss, that you are so much better without that one boy who didn’t ever care. You live and you learn, that’s how it is.”—
Often, I think about the people who've walked away or drifted apart and it makes me really sad. So most times, I force myself to not think of it, and convince myself that there's a reason why they're not in my life now.
I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I'll dream of you; cause it's about you, it's always about you.
Have you ever wondered about the things we tell ourselves before we fall asleep? We whisper the words in the dark, telling ourselves that we're happy, or that he's happy, that people will change their minds. We persuade ourselves that we can live without the people who have left. Each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate hope that come morning, it will all be true.