Saturday, April 28, 2012
Gabi at ang Bituin
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Love is never like investing to a business
Falling in love is like investing in a business. This is what a friend said to me. You have to weigh in the options, choose which is the best and which can be an alternative. And when you finally choose the person, you pour out everything on it, but leave some for yourself.
This is true, but comparing love to an investment means, you need to put in your interest, how it can be beneficial to you. It is up to you whether you choose to have a win-win situation for the both of you.
SO I keep my stand, that love cannot be compared to a business. True love does not expect anything in return. You can become a millionaire or be left bankrupt. Getting into a relationship means you are left with no options but to put the ace card you have.
For so many years, I dreamed of finding the right guy for me. I went bankrupt several times, but started investing again after several bankruptcies. It doesn't matter how much investment gone into waste. I am always rich with love.
I dreamt of finding the right guy for me and it came to a point that I stopped dreaming. I feared that I will lose the last piece that I have.
But I gambled again. This time, I hope I would not go into bankruptcy again.
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Thursday, March 29, 2012
Three love letters in my life
I only had three love letters in my life.
The first one was from an anonymous person during my high school years when "autograph" books are still in. Never it occurred to me that it is true as I took it as plain joke yet made my heart beat though.
The second one was from my boyfriend in college. Written in a recycled card with dried flowers, something that I always love for the creativity, it made me feel special, as I was able to meet his family. Though, we didn't last, I am happy as we are still friends.
The third love letter is the longest love letter I've ever received. I am flattered by his story that he didn't like the original stationary bought along with the envelope and so he cut from the papers of his organizer. But much more flattering is, I can feel the love in every word written on this piece of paper and that, someone thinks of me this very special.
And at last, I was able to put this into writing. I am simply happy to received a love letter.
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