Metanoia

It's just... I don't know where to place myself. I don't know whether you want me in your life or not.

All I want is a part of her love. All I want is a part of her care. All I want is a part of her attention. Is that too much to ask? 

I might lose her tonight. I might lose the girl I love.

Imagine if people were more interested to politics than boxing matches and show business; more eager to fight for what is right than to fight for who won a boxing match; watches more political debates than unrealistic teleseryes. Imagine a country where no one is politically uneducated.

I promised myself that I would not fall in love with you. But it was in the middle of the night, we were talking about stuffs and laughing way to hard, and I felt happy for the first time in a long time, and I knew I was screwed.

It’s funny how we voice out ideologies about a certain topic. Yet, we do not apply them in our daily lives.   

“I love everything about her, and I’m not a guy who says that lightly. I am a guy who has faked love his entire life. I thought love was just something idiots thought they felt, but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted too. And there have been times that I wanted to. It has been overwhelming and humbling. And even painful, at times. But I could not stop loving her any more than I could stop breathing. I am hopelessly, irretrievably, in love with her. More than she knows.“