si “ako”

She’s the one you call when you’re bored because
she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to
when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to
lend an ear and be a friend. She’s not the one
you call when you need a date to your company’s
Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a
Saturday night.

She’s the one you spend time with between
girlfriends, before you find “The One”. You know,
the one who you keep around in the meantime.
She’s not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you
don’t look at her as a “real” woman, either.
She’s not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy
enough to be seen in that light. She’s too laid-
back, too easily amused by the same things your
male buddies are amused by. She’s too
understanding, too comfortable — she doesn’t
make you feel nervous or excited the way a “real”
woman does. But she’s cool, and nice, and funny,
and attractive enough that when you’re lonely or
horny and need intimate female companionship,
she’ll do just fine.

You don’t have to wine and dine her because she
knows the real you already, and you don’t have
any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve.
You’re not trying to get anything of substance
out of her. She’s not easy, but you know that she
cares about you and is attracted to you, and that
she’ll give you the intimacy you need.
And you know you don’t have to explain yourself
or the situation, that she’ll be able to cope
with the fact that this isn’t the beginning of a
relationship or that there’s any possibility that
you have any real romantic feelings for her. It
won’t bother her that you’ll get up in the
morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go.
She’ll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to
call her and tell her how the day went. She’s
just so cool . . . why can’t all women be like
that?!

But deep down, if you really think about it
which you probably don’t because to you, the
situation between the two of you isn’t important
enough to merit any real thought), you know that
it’s really not fair. You know that although she
would never say it, it hurts her to know that
despite all her good points and all the fun you
two have, you don’t think she’s good enough to
spend the whole time with. Sure, it’s mostly her
fault, because she doesn’t have to give in to
your needs — she could play the hard-to-get
b!tch like the rest of them do, if she really
wanted to. But you and she both know that she
probably couldn’t pull it off. Maybe she’s too
short, or a little overweight, or has a big
birthmark on her back, or has slumpy hair.
Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a
lot of really great qualities but has left out
the ones that men want (or think they want) in a
woman. So she remains forever the funny friend,
the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and
you go on taking her for granted.

She doesn’t captivate you with her beauty, or
open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in
with the crowd. She’s safe. She doesn’t want to
be the center of attention and turn the heads of
everyone in the room. But she wants to turn
someone’s head. She wants to be special to
someone, too. We all do.

She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she
probably has a bigger and better heart than any
woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-
row seat to The-Mess-That-Is-Your-Life, and she
likes you, anyway. She obviously sees something
worthwhile and redeeming in you because although
you’ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to
still be around, she is.

Anyway, yeah. I’m a Meantime Girl. Been one more
times than I care to admit. I don’t know the
reason, really, and at this point I don’t even
care. I just want to let every guy know who’s
ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl
that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A
lot. And someday we won’t be around.

An Emotional TRAP

When we truly love someone, we give our best and our “all” to let that person feel the love, but sometimes, that person makes us cry and hurt us for some reason. Then we face the seemingly impossible task of forgetting. We tend to burden ourselves, but we still can’t go out with this emotional trap. Let us remember that the more we try to forget someone we love, the more painful letting go it becomes. Sometimes we don’t have to take that person out of our hearts at all, for he will always be there no matter how hard we try to drive him away.  We keep a cold face but deep in our hearts there still that lingering hope for reconciliation.

Somehow, we still believe that we can rekindle small ambers and relight the fire that once burned in our hearts, these thoughts give us hope, but it also breeds the seeds of loneliness and despair. The only way to forget is to accept, and the only way to move on is to look ahead and let the footprints of the past be blown by the winds of time. Only then that our hearts find a partner in the dance of life, and hopefully never get lost again…

But then, is it love after all?

isn’t it ironic, dont ya think?

“We have the right love at the wrong time. Guess i always knew inside, i wouldnt have you for a long time. Those dreams of yours are shining on distant shore, and if they’re calling you away, I HAVE NO RIGHT TO MAKE YOU STAY! “

The GREATEST irony of love is L0VING the right person at the wrong time, HAVING the wrong person when the time is right & FINDING out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life. & sometimes, you think you’re already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you’ll suddenly realize that you’re just PRETENDING to be over them just to ease the PAIN of knowing that they will NEVER be yours again.

For some, they think that LETTING GO is one way of expressing how much you love the person. To some, they are AFRAID to see the one they love being held by someone else. Most relationships tend to fail not because of the absence of love. Love is always present. It’s just that one was being loved too much while the other was being loved too little. Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love. But to only discover that for them, we are just for past times, while the one who TRULY loves us remains either a friend or a stranger.

So here’s a piece of advice, let go when you’re hurting too much. Give up when love isn’t enough, & move on when things are not like before. For sure, there is someone out there who will love you even more.

Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.

It’s over. He’s gone.

Why do we have to part while the love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer?
Why do we have to cry when somebody bids goodbye?
Why do beginnings have an end?
Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?

There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread,
poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.

In a relationship,
one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and/or letting go.
It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you’ll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again.
More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting; it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was.

At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem, but that’s the way love goes.
That’s the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love.
After all, nothing is constant but change.
Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, without us even knowing why.
And we must forget not because we want to but because we have to.

In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but a batallion.
It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always reminds you of him.
It’s like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night.

Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing.
Just imagine, There are billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.

I don’t know if it’s worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable space and time.
Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all love stories end with
“…and they live happily ever after.”

Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others.
We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It’s something we can’t control, something we had to live up.

It’s over.
He’s gone. But life has to go on.
Goodbye doesn’t always mean forever.
There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.

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