Mother's Day today and typically me, I had to make a last-minute go at the mall to buy something for mother dear. Thank God she's very cool and hip for a mom, so there was no need to worry much about what to give to her.
Last Friday at work, I received my first ever call from this guy. I honestly could not understand more than half of what he was saying. It was a poor communication process. I know it was my fault, but he didn't have to say stuff like "This is shit." He even told me I should be fired! *lol*
"When we see a chance to be loved, who knows what we're capable of. Every story tells me this would last. You make my heart beat twice as fast… You won't be so easy to be around. I'm lost in you but you won't be losing me…"
I've always been used to getting hurt each time I fall in love. I don't know if it's just my luck, but they were all over before it even began and I always ended up getting left behind. Maybe it's because I never really bothered to show how I really felt back then. Louie, my bestfriend, told me I always had the tendency to hold back. Why not? Not unless I'm a hundred percent comfortable with someone, that's the only time I would allow myself to bare my feelings and emotions. Showing how vulnerable I am is a scary thought. It's like stripping myself naked before someone else. I have been so used to being emotionally strong. You know, the one who could always look after herself. The kind who rarely sheds tears over something or someone. That's who I am.
But then he came and lately, I keep on thinking maybe it's worth it to bare myself. Voice out my sentiments, cry when I feel like it, show how jealous I am… "Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself, and hidden in the public eye. Such a stellar monument to loneliness. Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes and perfect makeup but you're barely scraping by, but you're barely scraping by…" I'm not sure, but I think I'm getting there. He's so nice. No, beyond nice. He's got this kind heart but he won't let anyone make a doormat out of him. He knows what he wants out of life and he does things to make them happen. He's mindful of what I need and what I think. When I'm with him, when I look at him, he makes all the other heartbreaks disappear. And I think I had to go through those to find out how lucky I am to have him at this point.
Okay, mushy much? *lol* You can go on commercial break now. I'm out of here.