Spoken like a true cynic, I know, but when you hear about couples fighting, arguing, breaking up, etcetera etcetera, you can’t help but ask yourself, is it really worth it?
Maan was convincing me late this afternoon that The One will steal my heart away when I least expect it. I told her that it would be one amazing feat, because I’m already so jaded. Yeah, sure, I’m happy for my friends who are happy and in love and raring to get married. But me? I am fine not being wooed, not being fawned over. Sure, being in love is something I miss—especially all the thrilling parts of it (mush and cheese included)— but part of being in a relationship is the awful truth that you will get hurt or you will hurt someone one time or another. The question is, are you two strong enough to still be together despite the hurt you cause each other? In the first place, why would you even hurt each other?
I can wax poetic about lost loves and painful breakups, but I’ll spare you because I’m… nice. d: I guess all I’m trying to say is, I’d rather be single than settle for anything less than what I deserve. I want the works: fluttering in my heart, dancing-on-air happiness, the inexplicable smile, all gestures (grand and small), tears (mostly of joy), and the promise of forever. Deep down inside me, there’s still some hopeless romantic who writes letters to The One (she hasn’t met yet, haha).
Haha, I believe this entry is three weeks too early! Geez. So I guess I’m no cynic, after all. d: