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."


© Uni* template by ohfudge!

Tuesday, December 29, 2015
◔ 11:12 AM // ✎ 0 comment(s)
❝ one day ❞

When it happens, I know, that it would be one without arguments; it wouldn't even be fair to say that we drifted apart. It'd be amicable, mutually agreed.

It'd be one that recognizes that, sometimes, loving someone means letting go.

He'd probably want us to remain friends - but I concede - that given our horrible track records of keeping in touch, this would be too much a stretch of imagination. Too much of an aspiration that remaining friends, may just leave a semblance of the other in our lives; friendship would be a whisper of hope that, maybe, one day, getting back together would be a possibility.

but that would just make the farewell even more excruciating.

Labels: