Back to december

When i fall in love, with the assumption that’s going to happen to me again, i want to fall slowly because i want to embrace that fall.

I know it’s cheesy to be talking about this stuff and trust me, i would usually deeply think thrice even to publish about this but growing up, i learnt that i don’t live with other’s approval or disapproval. But of course, like Taylor Swift mentioned in one of her interviews, you care what people think about you at the first level. Only you can decide whether those assumption of yours to dictate your life or not. I came a long way and learnt the hard way and still learning though about this, right now i think i know what way of thinking is working for me.

And one thing thar i am certain of, it’s freaking hard to concentrate talking about one single/sole topic in one entry.
Very.hard.to.do.

Thus, i will jumble up this post as part of belated birthday shout out to a good friend of mine:

Happy birthday dude!!

I know it’s not everyday i walk around and see Eiffel Tower in front of me and it’s not everyday i find a good friend like you. For all the answers from different perspective from xx chromosomes have made my life even more colourful with different level of approaches. And it’s not everyone i can have the intellectual conversation day by day. The most important is, it’s not everyday you can have a good guy friend. This is definitely a friendship i want to keep in this world and hereafter.

Muse and horcrux

Do you remember who Voldermort is?

Do you remember of all his horcruxes?

Without you even realize, we do have horcruxes in our lives.

Take that Signorina beautiful smell for example; it reminds me to the event when he darted me with those sharp looks and the intense argument we had in the car. The last conversation we had during dinner that shattered my heart into pieces and I cried as I saw all those built dreams I had in me to be with you became small crumbles as I paced hastily to my car and wiped rolling tears on my cheeks. I had enough and I had my answer.

The kind of pain that made me forgot of how sweet you were as a friend, neither more nor less.

As cliché as it sounds, I did love you enough to let you go without a glimpse of vengeance I had in me. Of course, it took months and as much as I am happy, I want you to be happy too.

In one of Gossip Girl’s episode, Dan mentioned that to be a writer, you need a muse. And Serena was his muse.

For you who did not know, Dan Humphrey was THE Gossip Girl. Most of his entries revolved around Serena hence, Serena disappeared Gossip Girl went mellow and shy with no updates.

That is not how life works. At least, not for me. I might lose B as my muse the moment he reluctantly disclosed the truth, which was hard enough to dig from him, but right there and then I got my answer.

Along the way, I’ve found another muse; the one with sweet smile, kind-hearted and groomed hair that made my heart melted like a chocolate under scorching Rome sun, every single time.