The hardest part of Mondays is (always) waking up early hahah. I slept early last night and woke up twice (1am and 5am); but still managed to go back to sleep. Needless to say, it wasn’t that pleasant of a sleep at all. I don’t want to start the week being lazy, so I got out of bed. You gotta do what you gotta do, right?
So here I am now, in the office looking at my “On this day” memories on Facebook and found this:
“We are two hearts that can never be one. I would think of you as that great love – the kind that lasts no matter what, not asking for anything in return and gives me hope when everything else fails. And you would think of me as that friend who loves you more than he loves himself, who is capable of giving you the love that you think you deserve, the one you wished you didn’t hurt. We could have been perfect together. But we are not – life does not always give us perfection.
Or maybe it does, it just gives us the will to choose the best perfection. Or maybe it’s fate that decides what should and should not be, and who we should be with. Or maybe it’s us. We choose where we could be happy. Or maybe, we just choose what could make the other person happy. Oh the tangled webs we weave, the mysteries of our lives, the questions we leave unanswered… And still, we are facing this sad reality – that we are two hearts that could never be one.
My, my. What kind of emotional rollercoaster have I been into? Haha.
This was posted a couple of years ago; and Yes – the things you can write when you’re broken hearted can actually surprise you a few years after. Haha.
Ah. The beauty of a unrequited love. This would probably be the most familiar feeling for a lot of people – except, of course, those who have been blessed with the gift of getting anyone they want.
What would you do if you find out that your happy ending causes the breaking of someone else’s heart?
A stupid question, right? Should you be sensitive enough – no couple pics on social media, no sweet moments in front of many people, etc…
Or should you just not give a fck?
If you ask me, I’d say I just won’t give a fck. Why would someone else’s unhappy ending be my concern? Unless I stole him from someone, then I should be ashamed. Hahah.
But really. Someone who professes unrequited love would usually be happy for the other – whoever this person ends up with.