vanchong
"A lot of times have I attempted to write something about you, but it always ends up unfinished, sometimes, unwritten at all..."
I wrote this last year, and indeed it was unfinished.
I had wondered about it for days, "why?"
It slipped out of my thoughts and eventually vanished into oblivion... until now.
Do you know why I could not finish it? It's because all the while I have written things that are melancholy and complete provocations of tears. All my words have been anchored in pain and yearning that I realized you have utterly made me feel none of those things. In fact, you are the answer to all those yearnings.
Writing about you is like trudging an unknown territory.
I have not been truly happy and content simultaneously until you came...technically, I came, let go of all my inhibitions and be myself with you. Since then, every day has seemed like a whole new journey. Along the way I discover something about you. Doesn't matter whether it's good or not good. The essence of it is that I accept it and find delight in knowing that there's still more to find out as we move forward.
I know it's not a perfect journey. We also have fits of undesirable moments together, but who doesn't? A perfect relationship is like tendril with plastic vines.
I wrote this last year, and indeed it was unfinished.
I had wondered about it for days, "why?"
It slipped out of my thoughts and eventually vanished into oblivion... until now.
Do you know why I could not finish it? It's because all the while I have written things that are melancholy and complete provocations of tears. All my words have been anchored in pain and yearning that I realized you have utterly made me feel none of those things. In fact, you are the answer to all those yearnings.
Writing about you is like trudging an unknown territory.
I have not been truly happy and content simultaneously until you came...technically, I came, let go of all my inhibitions and be myself with you. Since then, every day has seemed like a whole new journey. Along the way I discover something about you. Doesn't matter whether it's good or not good. The essence of it is that I accept it and find delight in knowing that there's still more to find out as we move forward.
I know it's not a perfect journey. We also have fits of undesirable moments together, but who doesn't? A perfect relationship is like tendril with plastic vines.