I’ve been attending countless of job interviews since last month but this is the first time that I felt so nervous about an upcoming interview. Maybe I was not really prepared way back then. This might be the only time that I’ll be preparing. Its actually nerve-wracking, and I hope that I could pass this and finally land a job.
“That person doesn’t know that you thought about them multiple times
throughout the day, and at one point even looked forward to resting your head on the pillow so you could be alone with those pleasant notion.”
I suppose we don’t always think of one specific person. Sometimes it’s things, just, completely random stuff. I’ve gone through random phases where my pre-sleep thoughts include fresh baked cookies, paranormal stuff, what Rashida Jones is doing right that second, what to eat tomorrow, if I should put my dangling foot back on the bed before a monster grabs it and drags me straight to hell – you know, things of that nature. Anyway, I’ll get back on track.
A person must mean a great deal to you if they’ve managed to become the focal point of your thoughts as you lay down to call it a night. That’s a primetime position. In bed, we take those final moments before sleep to reflect on the day and, if we’re lucky enough not to be stressed, we think about important people. The individual who occupies that slot is up for…
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Last Sunday marked its third year. How could I forget something so monumental? It was the first time I confessed my feelings to someone and I was still seventeen when it happened. I am not sure if knew what it means to be really in love back then. I was still naive. But after three years of being in love with the same person, I think at some point I learned something about love and its complexities.
I love him. Everything about him – his grumpiness, his frustrations, his passion, his pain, his desires, his dreams, his past, his present and his future. These things made the person whom I came to love. I am not sure if there’ll come a point that I’ll stop loving him. But as long as I still have the chance, I’ll love him with all I can. Even if this means that I have to sacrifice my happiness. This is e very reason why we’re living apart from each other.
I’ll not worry how long it takes. For loving him and having him in my life is something that I am grateful. He is my inspiration. In all the messes and challenges life has threw upon me, he was the spark of light that guided me; giving me the courage I needed to see what lies ahead at the end of each tunnel. Just like what Beatrice did to Dante. Though I’m still finding my path towards paradise, I’ll be patient and take things one at a time.
Three years isn’t long enough when you love someone wholeheartedly.