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An Open Letter To My Ex: How A Best Friend Becomes A Stranger

Hey there, stranger.

It’s been a very long time, which I’m sure you’re aware of. I’d like to say that it was your decision alone to keep this distance, but I think we both know it was for the best. I’d like to say that I’m glad you are well, but as we both know I have absolutely no idea how you are. The one thing that can definitely be said is that when we cut ties, we leave no strand behind, but slice right through until we no longer remember how to find each other. It’s amazing to think that once we were inseparable, the best of friends.

You knew me inside and out, and I, you. We were there for each other in the best of times and through the most difficult of times. We definitely managed to put each other through hell on occasion, but when support was needed the most, support was given. Until, of course, that final day. I sometimes find myself wondering why we couldn’t stay in touch. Would it be so bad if we got together for coffee from time to time? Or if we gave each other a ring to see how the other was doing?

Using the phone to make calls has become archaic, but surely we could send a text to wish each other a happy birthday? Or a happy New Year? I mean, we’ve been through so much. You are a part of my life and there is nothing I can do to ever change that.

You can’t be forgotten because forgetting you would be like forgetting myself — impossible. But then again, maybe you are right. Maybe we are better off as far apart as possible. We know we aren’t right for each other. We know it would never work, and we know the friendship we have — we had — created a bond that would make slipping back into romance too easy. It would make repeating the same mistakes too likely, repeating the same heartbreak certain. That’s what it really comes down to: It’s not my heart that I’m worried about, but yours. Breaking my own heart would be my responsibility to bear, but I can’t once again be responsible for breaking yours.

So all that I can do is wish you the best. Wish you a great, bright, loving future. Wish you to find the lover of your dreams and to create a lifetime of your fantasies. I wish for you to find a friend as great as me, but a much better partner. One who won’t drag you through the mud. One who you won’t feel the need to bury with guilt. I wish you all the best and although you will never read this, although we will never speak to each other again, and although you are out of my life forever, I wish you nothing short of happiness.

Never again to be yours, 

Your Lost Best Friend

starting over again

finally napanuo ko na ang STarting Over Again hahahahha.. babae nga naman :)))))…. owww well i just so curious in this movie, sa trailer kasi hindi nmn pinakita kung bakit iniwan ni Tony si Piolo…. nweis slight nakarelate ako hahahaha…. maybe bcoz i just experienced to be left…. hahahahhaha… ito yung mga lines na nasabi ko din sa sarili ko noon :))))

———- I almost died and everyday, I wish I’m dead.

———- “I was willing to wait… Kaya lang napagod ako. Napagod ang puso ko na maghintay, magtanong, magalit.

siguro nga wala silang happy ending but it’s the reality na they will never be with each other again. Hahahaha…and soon magiging masaya din si Ginny ^_^

ow well just a thought ^_^

A Daddy’s Letter to his Little Girl About Her Future Husband

Dr. Kelly Flanigan is a therapist who has seen women who needs a good man in their life time and time again. He wanted to write a letter to not only his little girl, but to every woman out there. It’s a fantastic reminder of what a man needs to be to his wife.

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

YUNG MOMENT NA HINILING MO NA SANA WAG KA NA MAGISING KINABUKASAN -.- ssooo tired
1. be with someone who doesn’t make you want to check your phone.
  • Alam mo yung dumating ka na sa point na AYAW MO NA. Yung pagod na pagod na pagod na pagod ka na. Yung tipong, sawa ka na sa mga paulit ulit mong problema. Yung dumating ka na sa punto na gusto mo na takasan yung problema mo kasi napapagod kana... Yung gusto mo nang mawala. Sana nga ganun kadali e, na kapag nandun kana sa pinaka mahirap na araw, pwede ka nalang sumuko... na pwede mo nalang sabihing "wait! time first" Sana nga pwedeng i-pause yung buhay natin. Makapag pahinga lang tayo kahit sandali. Makatakas man lang tayo kahit isang araw lang, maramdaman lang natin na walang problema kahit saglit. Sana pwede yun. Sana pwedeng sumuko nalang nang ganon ganon nalang.. Pero hindi e; hindi ganun yung takbo ng buhay. Dapat kapag meron kang problema, solusyonan mo. Kung meron kang iniinda, tapusin mo. Hindi uso dito yung tatakbuhan mo nalang. Ang uso, palakasan. Patibayan.....kasi kung tutuusin kaya mo naman. Nauna lang siguro yung mga negative na iniisip mo. Pero kaya mo yan.
namiss ko yung feeling :)

Bigla kong namss yung feeling yung una mo siyang nakita, naging friend sa facebook, nagkachat, naging friends, yug tipong parang PBB teens na may kilig factor pa, naalala ko yung gabi araw na hiningi niya cellphone no. ko , then nagkatext text, simpleng text pero nararamdaman mo na ang saya-saya mo, nakakamiss yung feelng na onti-onti ka ng naiinlove saknya… from friends to like to lover. Ngayon Ok namaan kame, masaya, pero siguro nga kapag naggo-grow na relationship niyo nagchchange din wala lang namiss ko lang kiligin ng bongga ^_^… I love my ney :)

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