I want my own fairy tale. That one good story I could tell our adopted blue-eyed kids in the future on how their dad and I met one nice autumn day in DC - and both of us knew, at that moment, that somehow we'd end up being in each others lives for a very long time. There'd be endless "oohs" and "ahhs" at the stories that we'd share over tea in our very own cabin by the beach.
I want a good love story. Something that I could call my own; memories of endless days and nights together; winter mornings spent cuddling in bed; and warm summers by the beach. Where after several attempts at love, two people find themselves strangely into each other all along - both of them saying "I finally found you..."
And I am working on it. Somehow, I know that this year might be the year I'd finally fall in love. It has been brewing for years but I never really acknowledged it - until a few months ago when I started dating to find someone. I am ready - more ready than I've ever been. And that should tell you something. I have changed. For the better. For real.
I wish I could just wish love - and by tomorrow when I wake up, it's there. If only life and love were that easy... But, the truth is, it never is. Not for me, at least. I am hopeful though. I know he's out there - waiting, hoping, wishing that I am out there too.
Maybe I've already met him. Maybe I haven't. If only he reads my blog...
Oh, but on second thought, I wish he doesn't.
Oh f*ck, what the hell is happening to me?
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i wonder...
I don't think I want to wish for love and have it appear on the foot of my bed like some puppy or um a stray condom. As much as I want it, I don't want it to just come, there has to be an initial crush, drama, romance, a harana, doubt, longing, before a quiet, sudden realization maybe over coffee or watching a sunset from a cabin by the beach, "hey," I'd think to myself, "I think I love this guy."
It'll be better like that I think, for a small smile to appear like you know a secret. Except he'll know what it is because he'll have the same one: "I think I love this guy too."
Wow. I love this post. This is so real. The emotions are there. I wish you all the best. This year could be yours as long as you claim it. As long as you own it. :)
Maybe you're starting to want your duckies in a little row.
Or quarter life crisis? Ikaw na ang 24. haha
Drama mo nman ngayon... Sister i think your sex addict. Lol!! I just dont see u as a one man type of guy. Im pretty sure that once u got yourself a partner(no matter how perfect he is) u will find ways to cheat on him.
I'm sure he's out there. Doing all his best for him to look really awesomely good, just for you. So that when time comes, hopefully in the future, that you need to tell your adopted blue-eyed kids on how you and their dad met one nice autumn day in DC, your very own cabin (by the beach) will be filled with those nice endless "oohs" and "ahhhs" alongside the giggles and the rosy blushes as your kids browse through your photos. :)
i'll wait and see *kisses*
hugs and kisses, mare... that love story will not be as typical as Katherine McPhee's, or suddenly magical like Vespa Williams, but something you'd gotta believe in, like David Pomeranz lang.
I liked your inner dialogue at the end
Right?
Wait, on second thought, I... um...
What the heaven is happening to me?
:]
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