Finding my way back to Loving…
I just hope I can find my way back.
I’ve gone so far from him, and that’s what I really wanted long ago when my heart was still breaking from everything that had happened to us and what didn’t. I now became so numb that I still feel unshaken despite the sweet words that he’d proclaim. His actions didn’t matter at all. The captured movements of his didn’t get to make me shiver like it crazily did to me before. Merely saying, I’ve got this wall in front of me which divides us. It’s heart-threatening yet I feel safe. Safe from heartaches, nostalgias, and silly fights. If my mind can do the decision alone, I know I’ll have my life ironed out and uncomplicated. But as painful as it is, my heart needs to be heard too. And this time, I’ve got to admit how uncomplicating your life with someone intended for you is very much the essence of falling in love; thinking you’ll get to do the deed with someone you care for and cares for you in return. I guess I just have to accept this fact that if I want to continue breathing, I must stay in love.
In love with God, my faith, and His promise of leading me to the ‘right one’.
Lord, bend my angry wills and tedious steps. I’d like to find my way back to believing that You’ve got the best in store for me. Put crack to my belief on men’s irritating vainness. Give me the shoes that could lead me back to loving…
Oo na. Emo na kung emo.
That’s the issue that pricks me until now e.
*cracked*
