from my ipod, a candid noteI'm pretty sure that I have moved on by now. Now in my heart, there are chambers overflowing with the freshness of new love. The kind of feeling I haven't felt in so long, the kind of feeling that gets your day going, the kind of happiness and the kind of joy you feel from your head to your toes from a day's encounter. Such nostalgic feelings, foreign yet familiar- they are finally back. But I know that being in love, together, would definitely result in thousand folds of joy to what I feel now.
There was one, the one that brought me out of a cycle of misery. It was short-lived to many stupid mistakes, true colours, and the simple reality that it was not possible. My own logic and intuition tell me that much, but it is such a shame. He was so perfect.
The other, I have only a few short months to bond and possibly fall in love with. A short love affair of the winter, coming to an end very soon because of distance, age, and everything in between. An experience I would give anything to be part of, but as I am jolted back to reality, I realize that the mere possibility is still uncertain. I say to let time, destiny, and fate do it's job.
But would it hurt to push it a lil' bit? ;)
