"Maybe some things just aren’t meant to happen. No matter how badly you’ve wanted it; no matter how much you prayed, wished, hoped, and tried. Maybe you just have to find a way to run and hide and escape. Maybe you leave the woulda, coulda, shoulda’s alone and forget about closure. Maybe the feelings will eventually just go away. Maybe you learn to live with this: We weren’t meant to be otherwise we would have been; and if it was ever in our hands, let us not make the same mistakes again. Especially if by some miracle, fate would ever have the audacity to give you and them another chance. But careful now, maybe that’s just you, hoping against hope once again; not quite willing to believe that maybe it wasn’t meant to be."

The weekends are almost over, yet again.

This has been the longest, most thought-filled week since months ago. So much has happened, so much has been done. After it all, I really want to be so fuckin thankful for everything and everyone in my life. You only, really live just this once. How your life ends up, is really up to you. Love hard, forgive just as much and live free.

I had so much to think about the past one week, I can't say its been easy going. Life is really tough, you live with expectations, the more you expect the more you get disappointed. We have to accept what is, and what has been. Be understanding, misunderstandings are the worst to have. I've live through it all. I wouldn't say my life has been just as tough, but I understand there are sufferings in this world meant to make us stronger and for that I'm thankful.

Tonight, I want to end my entry saying, thank you. Thank you for making me realise how much I really love you, and how much I miss spending all my time with you. How cuddling in the rainy weather never felt any warmer, hugs never felt just as heart warming. My weekends have been blessed, for that I'm utterly thankful.

Thankful for as always, how you'd brave the rain with me. I'm unsure how many more thunderstorms there will be, but I'll be brave as long as I'm with you.

I love you. But is that enough? 

Nothing ever stays the same, nothing quite like love.

To love is to let go. 

I've probably heard this a thousand and one times. But sometimes, it's just so hard. Knowing what's right and the best for something or someone. 

Many times I've come across a situation when making the wrong decision is harder than making the right one. How do we determine what's the better option?

Lately my mind has been flooded with thoughts. Just too much thoughts. 

Seeing the person you love in so much pain really kills you. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, your smile is the best thing to wake up to and everything else in my day. 

I only promise never to hurt you and be ever so thankful I found you. 

But sometimes I can't help but think you deserve so much more, so much more than just me. 

I am nothing pretty, nothing sexy, nothing in fact. Many times I just wished I was enough. The best I could ever be for you because you deserve someone that could be their best for you. 

All I want is to see you happy, because when you're not, it kills me.