People believe that they should do kind things so that they get kindness in return. We may think that’s how the world works but it is far more cruel than that.
People aren’t mirrors that reflect what you do to them. They have a choice whether they would repay you with the same kindness you have offered or not. Maybe that’s the reason why some people do unpleasant things because they were the ones who got tired of showing kindness and get rudeness in return. I don’t blame them really. This just shows that the world could never be a perfect place to live in.
Small arguments grow here and there because an apology isn’t enough for some people. “Sorry” could be thrown here and there with its meaning reduced to a size of a raisin and stepped on. People don’t always mean that everything’s okay with their “it’s okay” response. There would always be a little grudge hidden at a deep part in their brain and the sight of you would pull out that memory. Memories spark feelings.
Just think about it: When is being kind enough anyway?
I just got home from a vacation in my boyfriend’s city.
He celebrated his birthday last Wednesday and I surprised him by arriving a day earlier. Well, he wasn’t exactly surprised because he sensed that I would be arriving sooner.
The party was amazing and I met most of his relatives who were very kind to me. It was a very fun and amazing birthday. The days after were very memorable that I almost didn’t want to go back home.
On the day of our parting, we went swimming with his family and played a few pool games. He gained a few pounds and was able to carry me around that time. Fun times.
It was an amazing experience and I hope his family enjoyed having me around. It was as if he had a whole week for his birthday.
My family and I went to my father’s province to attend the funeral of my grandfather’s sister. It was really memorable because I got too see my relatives from other places who I only had the chance to meet once or twice before the funeral. It was a massive event and I bet my grandfather’s sister was looking down at us from heaven with a smile on her face.
It was sooo hot in the province and I’m a bit unwell because a crazy cough just decided to happen. I’ve been drinking lots of water but nothing’s happening. Ugh.
Basically, I’m back in my city and enjoying the chilly air. I’ll soon be going to my boyfriend’s city for his birthday. Yay!
It’s good to be back.
Fingers on my hand could not count how many times you’ve made me laugh my throat out and how much I would miss it when we’re apart.
"I love you so much." Words that couldn’t sum everything up but serve their purpose anyway. Makes me feel assured and loved.
The senses I use to appreciate your existence and every part of you that I’ve known - seeing your smile, hearing your voice, smelling your identifying scent, tasting your delectable lips, and feeling your heartbeat. Each beat reminds me of every “I love you” that I received from you.
Minutes of silence after every fight and misunderstanding would be a gateway to remember all the happy moments we had and these would drown all the sadness away.
Months with you have made me feel complete. I became me again. With you, everything is perfect.
Today marks our sixth month as a couple.
Imagine that. We’ve been through a lot but we managed to stay together for six mind-boggling months. We rarely see each other for the past few months but I think communication is really the key. We text each other a lot. Like A LOT.
It’s his birthday next month and I am making something special. Maybe you guys have something to suggest. I’m not really good at giving guys presents because I find it hard to look for stuff that they’d like.
I’m just happy for today.
They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. They say that breakfast gives you energy for the rest of the day.
I wake up at noon.
Maybe that’s why my brain starts to have its own way in the middle of the day. Maybe it’s also the reason why my Math abilities are suddenly going down the drain.
I’m trying to change my routine because I know that staying up late isn’t good for a person. I mean, there are some articles on the internet that say staying up late lessens the functional capacity of the brain or something like that. Uh-oh.
Well, a certain someone decided to always tell me to eat breakfast and wake up early. Maybe my morning grumpiness would go away if I start to eat breakfast more often he says.
Thinking about it, that would be nice. It would be good for me too. Maybe I’ll look forward to more breakfasts with him if I do just that.
Maybe I’ll just start on our first breakfast together.