For all of the feelings I refuse to deny, and all of the memories I refuse to forget.
“But you have to understand, for me to be me, I might will hurt you along the way. I might betray your expectations.
You can't ask me to be honest, only to later say “You shouldn't say that.”
That's f”ckin confusing.
You should have thought clearly and asked yourself wether you are ready to hear the honesty, even before you asked me to be honest.
Let alone to be myself.”
If we have to be together forever, I hope it won't be just for love. I hope it will be for growth and wisdom the most.
I hope we won't stop challenging ourselves to be better, as a couple, as partners, and as an individual the most.
And I will write about hopes and dreams, eventually. Cause they were named after the mutual presences of sadness and loneliness.
And I've been writing about sadness and loneliness for so long.
“I have a friend since we were in university, actually she was my ex girlfriend's friend. And she is just like you, a loner. Sometimes I even think she hates me.
She never calls me, always complaining about me, sometimes don't accept my calls and never return the call back.
Lost is when one has a destination that he/she is heading to, but don't know how or which way to reach it.
When you have no destination and no obligation to be arrived, I don't think we call that as lost?
What if the world is your home, instead of one particular address?
What if all of the strangers that you meet are your journey friends, instead of someone who just happened to be bumped into?
What if happiness is never about to have or to be? What if life is never about becoming, but more to linking?
One soul in such a large universe.
One lifetime.
How far could you go? How deep could you understand? How many lives could you touch and connected with? How content and alive could you be?
Not all who wanders are lost.
Like it or not, life always finds its way to you.
It is a strange feeling to stand here.
It's like understanding many things without even a word to describe. Like remembering everything in a slow motion pictures. Or listening to a song with words that I don't understand.
It's like talking with the universe in a language that only us know.
And I then realized, being happier is not a priority to me, anymore. Being a better person is.
It is a strange feeling to stand here.
Alone, but always a whole.
“There are strength and beauty in sadness and pain, too. The kind of strength that won't overpowered, and the kind of beauty that won't overshadowed anything or anyone.
It is never about moving on or ignorance. It is about letting everything to have its' own moment.
I just give space to everything that I feel, equally. I respect sadness and pain equally as how I respect happiness and joy.
I'm bad at balancing and juggling, but I'm pretty good at giving space and void to everything and everyone.
There are strength and beauty in sadness and pain, too. The kind of feelings that made you stand firmly with your own clarity.
To make you realize of who you truly are.”
“You are a good man. A good friend and a great person, too.
Yet I don't know why we could never really get along well for a long time. Whatever the reason was, either I hurt you, or you hurt me, time to time it always happen. It was even too frequent lately.