Good day folks. Sorry about the previous post with the eye popping and jaw dropping pictures; figured it was necessary. A picture paints a thousand words and so it seems. Many would have asked my purpose of writing it,and when I told my mum about what I read as I researched deeper about it; all she said was its just sad that people aren’t exposed enough to issues like such.

Once a song,a very sad song which reflected everything the Keeper was going through. To come to think of it,time really flies. Don’t ever let the woman you love walk out of your life,sometimes they might not look back and wonder. If most of you should wonder,I’ve had this fifth year of this relationship would probably be the most memorable one because its true that you’ll never know how much you love,till you lose.

So here’s his song to me.

Rascal Flatts – What Hurts The Most

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do.

There’s often a point in time when you take a huge step back and question yourself if it would be all worth it in the end. Love is like a role that we play,and there’ll come a point when you realize that this is it. Always remember that not everyone is as fortunate as you and I both are (if you’re in a long relationship like myself) to find that one relationship which grows with you.

I am pretty sentimental,and I value the every single day that we spend together; you know the good old assumption that it might get boring as it ages,it all depends. The duration of the relationship should never justify the strength of it. People who are married for thirty years still get divorced,and what I’m trying to say is that there’s no guarantee to a lifelong relationship. Hopes comes with expectations,and expectations throws in pressure.

If love was as simple as finding similarities and a huge common ground,you might as well go get your DNA replicated to create your very own clone wtf.

Its best to find somebody with a cup that isn’t full,one with a cup full of water will never be able to absorb or contain. Based on my humble experience with people who walks around with a cup full,you should know who that is; it was surely an awakening process.

I’m a believer that nothing is impossible,and everything is possible as long as you work your way towards it. Perhaps I’ve been a little more conscious about my contents,the beauty of being a blogger doesn’t stop on advertising; be a presence and make your presence felt. Life doesn’t always have to be about you,but also the things that revolves around you. Open your eyes and hearts wide enough,and you’ll get what I mean.

Waking up to a gorgeous Tuesday morning,receiving an sms asking for my address and mum yelling at me girl its time to wake up is pretty chaotic with all of it happening within a couple of minutes. Anyway,I hope the week is kicking off well for you; and the previous post on practice safe sex commanded quite a high number of impression(page views) were you guys refreshing the page often? The unique impression was more or less the same,but I thought the picture was disgusting?

Its gonna be a long day ahead,catch you tomorrow.
Much love,cheerios.

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Posted on Tuesday, January 19th, 2010 in Blogosphere, Cheerio thinks a lot, Love & Romance, Past, Personal Writing Masterpieces. Subscribe to this comment feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.