I always thought that I am writing new chapter of my life but then I realized that I am writing a new book of my life. I have finally (as in finally) closed the last chapter of my past book (I'm not sure if it's my second or third). I feel free knowing I am starting a new book right now. I am happy that there are new characters in it and my forever friends as recurring characters.
I feel scared jumping off the cliff again. As the saying goes, love is a risk you have to take. It is indeed a risk. I am hoping and praying for the best. I am genuinely happy right now, I am happy because of him. This time, I feel what real love feels.
Friday, January 23, 2015
An Act of a Broken Heart
Hurt. Pain. Sorrow.
Some of the words swirling in the mind of a broken-hearted girl. I always thought that you can gauge yourself as to what extent you can handle pain. Some may say that they just sleep through it, some would literally take medication (legal or illegal) to heal themselves, some may just lie around whole day and let pain eat their souls wishing they could just shut down.
Some of the words swirling in the mind of a broken-hearted girl. I always thought that you can gauge yourself as to what extent you can handle pain. Some may say that they just sleep through it, some would literally take medication (legal or illegal) to heal themselves, some may just lie around whole day and let pain eat their souls wishing they could just shut down.
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