I'm not in love with him.

I love him.

I'm way past the infatuation now.

Everyday is a Sunday evening

Just a few more inches away from the finish line.

It sounds so weird, or actually not weird, but something... But anyway that's how it feels.

A few more inches and I would have moved on.

But for some reason, it's like there's something that's holding me back. Trying to slow my pace so that I'm not able to move on. Okay, this sounds so cheesy or whatever, but it's like I can see the finish line already, and like I said a few inches away, but still I don't reach it. Cause maybe I don't want to? That maybe, the 'something' that's holding me back is just me.


And another problem that I have is how easily I let what other people say affect me. I care too much about what people think, that I let it control me. Or I let something that someone says too seriously even though it's really nothing.

Oh well, I want a massage.

What comes after the blues

Oh my god. I just blogged last night about how bummed I was. And now, I'm just sooooo happy. Which is great. I love 11:11. I really do.

My wish came true.
I know it wasn't a long shot at all.
I know it must have been a coincidence.

But still, I'd call it fate.


It happened, it really, really, really happened.


And though it happened so quick, just the memory, and how it happened, and when it happened, makes all the difference.