Eating pistachio ice cream in front of the monitor, I realized that I am once again in love. But heartbreaks are too sudden and words are not enough to express something so strong.
I don’t know why a series of rejections do not make my spirit waver. I also don’t know why my friends and my family have insisted that the object of affection feels the same way as I do. If he really does feel the same way why does he hurt me so much? Why does he feel that there is a need to look for someone else?
He told me that I was childish, an immature, spoiled girl who has not yet blossomed into a fine lady. I admit that I may come off as a little childish but I’m not that immature. I may have a different understanding or perspective than others of my age… But I don’t see anything wrong with it… He told me to reflect on this and surely I have. And I decided that as long as I’m comfortable with myself and as long as I’m having fun, there is no need to change and be that lady.
But I’m not closing doors just yet.
There is a right time for everything. And hurrying things up might not be the best choice. The same advice can be given to me in another aspect. I’m in such a hurry sometimes whether it be on work or on stuff like these… Maybe sometimes I should stop and think for awhile… Take things slow and see what will happen.
As I watch the pistachio ice cream melt… I realize that whatever happens, no matter how much he makes me cry, I’d be there beside him as his friend and as the one who truly cares for him through thick or thin.
