GIVE ME THERAPY, I'M A WALKING TRAVESTY.

twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."


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Thursday, May 08, 2014
◔ 11:24 PM // ✎ 0 comment(s)		❝ Every time I miss him ❞

Every time I miss him I start worrying that I'm taking him for granted.

Because it's probably only a few days of not spending proper time with each other because we're just so absolutely busy / timings just don't match but... What happens when he's going to be gone for a long long long long time in a far far far far place?

Sorry that this space is turning into some melting pot of emotions from me, but sometimes I just feel like penning down some thoughts but I have no idea where to put them.

What will happen when he's gone? I'm just so afraid that I end up taking all the little things he does for me for granted (or am I starting to do it already?) or end up taking his constant presence here for granted... How will I be able to deal with it when he's gone?

This was brought on by a recent HONY post:
"... and at that moment, I knew. And at that night, he kissed me for the first time."

Because sometimes you just know when it's right; sometimes you just know when everything will fall in place. Not perfectly, no. Imperfectly, but in the most beautiful way possible.



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