"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect-you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold into her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there."
Bob Marley. A very beautiful quotes. (via fri-die)
welcome, welcome. even if you’re not ready.
hello today’s world.
hello world where everybody’s talking.
speak loud, louder.
thank you for slapping
on one cozy evening, there was a boy, rushed into the same public car i was in. he was around 10 i supposed. and he was going home. then he got these boxes of unsold snack he’s selling for today. it was many, in the box. and when i speak many, i mean it. it was.
God, i have never seen a boy so worn out that his face couldnt lie. and his eyes, both of them, spoke as if he had something in mind bothering him, maybe his family, i dont know. could be a feeling of longing to be home not so late, while it was about 8. he was not like a child when i see him, he’s lost his childhood, he’s lost his smile.
God if he hadnt shown up, i wouldnt get to think. that i was so lucky, i am so lucky. lucky bastard who tends to ask more, more, yes please more more more! and live the same shit, different day. he slapped me, right on my face.
how thoughtful He is
this is not a daily post, i warn you. or something to re-blog.
well this is a letter, a letter indeed, which i wrote for the birthday girl who is far far away and i sadly couldn’t make it to be right there beside her.
and the letter start with
why should every letter start with “dear” that i hardly place her more special than others in my letters? right. don’t answer, just go on.
“i am sorry for not being there.” i really am.
“it’s not like feeling sorry for you, actually. it is me, feeling sorry for myself, you know me. i just cant stand the situation He put us in, and the conditions He made for us to be together, at anytime we couldn’t.
however, i thank Him. more than anything or anyone i could thank to.
i thank Him for all important days He’s made for me, and surely one of them, is the day you were born.
happy birthday. and don’t feel like getting old.”
is it worth telling?
or best letting it lies underneath
so here is the plan…
forget it. go on.
i am serious.