One of the greatest lectures I’ve heard is to love yourself before you love somebody else. One question I had in mind was, am I worth loving? I was in doubt all along. I too cannot even think of how I can be loved, I hate myself for the record. A friend of mine said, to love someone you must feel good about yourself, feel complete and whatnot. Will I ever be complete? What if I tell you that the only one who can complete me is the one I love? So what’s the sense? How can you make yourself complete on your own? Is it faith? Happiness? Or the balance of both happiness and sadness? How? Even right now I am still in shock people noticed that I do not love myself as much as some people do.
That no matter what I do, I cannot let my guard down. I wonder if this is a facadel, to hide all my imperfections, to cover up with how wrong I am. For the betterment of the situation, I love myself that no one can ever imagine. There are times that I feel content just from within.
Every couple I’ve met in the past seems so happy with how they are, they were. How was their relationship? I bet it was not perfect but splendid. Loving is happiness, well I am not happy; so can I be loved? I need someone who can fill in through the spaces of my fingers, to hug and to hold. I need someone there for me always, and by always I meant forever.
I want to love, give myself to the world, experience to be hurt and that eternal happiness that love can bring. In my existence I want to be with someone worth gasping for air, worth my affection and my never ending care. This is my story, a man who wants to love while he’s incomplete.
The typical guy who said that relationship is not for him but in the long run asks for more than love itself.
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Well first of my fingers are missing blogging and so I decided to write. Tonight’s read is about hating and loving the one you love.
You wanna know why I hate the one I love?
Here’s my story, I never had a boyfriend. Never. But I love someone, I don’t even know if love should be the representation of my feelings, and I hate him because even though I exert a lot of effort for him to notice me, I know he won’t. No matter how I desperately show my affection to him I don’t exist. I hate the way he walks down the hallways and stare through my soul ,and I just divert my attention to other things. I hate that I can’t stand a day without seeing him.
Hates that made me love him even more, the weirdest epiphany is he’s never going to be mine. Well..
To love is not to own, but to love is to experience things and gear away from being alone.
What I love about him is that he smiles a lot, he walks through the hallways where I am always at, He stares at me thinking that I don’t feel a thing, he shows his’ willingness to be the apple of my eye, that everyday he is there.
If only I have the guts to say “Hi.”, sometimes it confuses me if I really love him or he is just the kind of guy that’s too good to be true.
All I know is that I felt that extra something. That thing they always say, a spark, chemistry, a connection.
I like him a lot, I really do. To be my first, well I think he’s over qualified. But who knows maybe it’s a facade, who cares? I know I don’t. Everything undergoes a process, We’ll get to know each other some other time.
At the end of the rainbow there’s always a pot of gold, and the travel of getting to what you always want is one hell of a roller coaster ride, some end up failing, but if you believe you’ll get there.
I hate that I love him, I can’t just throw away the feeling. How can I do that? No I won’t do that.
But wait I don’t know him yet, what’s his name again?
i used to be a person with a blog but now i’m a blog with a person
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