three years has passed, it feels to me like it was just over a year ago since we met but three years? wow, I'm just as impressed with that number as yourself. We were strangers, just living both our lives and trying to find the right path to take. I'm sure there's a cliche around here but that doesn't matter. I think, I know..we tend to take things for granted. We're comfortable with each other, we know each others ever changing moods (especially during those weird PMS days which I try to hide under a rock until that hormone induced rage/tantrum subsides), you can tell whether I'm telling the truth just by looking at my face. We often find ourselves saying the same thing during a conversation as if our brains were interconnected/synced by iCloud or when we look at each other after a particular scene with the same reaction while watching a movie.
We had our shares of up's and down's and disappointments, and of course lots of joys and some of life's pain which I know isn't that abnormal but just a part of being alive. Isn't it funny how it all started? I'm not even sure if there was any fireworks or any kind of parade, but well here we are. The state or concept of being in a relationship but not really (confusing) but well we didn't really mind didn't we? As long as we jived, as long as we are we, we didn't care. But somehow I knew one of us was eventually gonna ask THE question "what's next?" or "when?". Which brings me to my next barrage of blabber. I love you, I want you to be mine...to be officially mine. (DISCLAIMER: this isn't a wedding proposal so no dreams of weddings yet okay??)
There is no one else I want except you, there's no else I can imagine walking the aisle towards me except you, despite your nagging nature, your perfectionism (but please do relax on that area okay, cut the guy some slack) So there, can we please make it official? Can you be mine?
PS.
Next years gonna be one heck of a year God willing. Be ready :)
A collection of thoughts and spontaneous writings on life, love, visions and dreams and just being human.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
somehow, sometimes you get the feeling that even relationships are a test. Like some kind of
"king of the hill" type performance evaluation. At the office I get to listen to hundreds perhaps thousands of calls a month (just kiddin') i grade the reps based on parameters and identifiers the quality department created for a specific client or account. On relationships, I get evaluated based on how I look, react to relatives or important family members. What about a litmus test? it's that tough. I don't know about you but when it comes to "unconditional love" I'm certain that when it comes to my relationship..well that it's just basically a concept. The truth is, I am being evaluated, analyzed and audited based on my performance, reactions, the ability and the amount of vigor I still have when it comes to shopping (hours and hours of walking around). And so as I've mentioned "unconditional love" when it comes to relationships is just merely a concept. My feet hurts like hell and the nagging is like dripping water from a leaky faucet.
"king of the hill" type performance evaluation. At the office I get to listen to hundreds perhaps thousands of calls a month (just kiddin') i grade the reps based on parameters and identifiers the quality department created for a specific client or account. On relationships, I get evaluated based on how I look, react to relatives or important family members. What about a litmus test? it's that tough. I don't know about you but when it comes to "unconditional love" I'm certain that when it comes to my relationship..well that it's just basically a concept. The truth is, I am being evaluated, analyzed and audited based on my performance, reactions, the ability and the amount of vigor I still have when it comes to shopping (hours and hours of walking around). And so as I've mentioned "unconditional love" when it comes to relationships is just merely a concept. My feet hurts like hell and the nagging is like dripping water from a leaky faucet.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)