Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
Presenting my dearest and most respected, love one...
Classic? You bet. haha!
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Cooped no more.
I wanna breakaway. I wanna make a change. I wanna be happy. I want a new job. I want a new life. I want a new linda.
Luv
When I was younger, breaking up wasn't that hard to do. Back then I guess I still hadn't been in real love before, so I guess I didn't feel too terribly heartbroken, I moved on pretty quick and we usually parted ways amicably.
* It's true that when a person you love leaves, he/she takes a piece of you with him/her. You can never be the same again. Your heart, even if it's now occupied by somebody new, will always have a a tiny secret hole deep down where he/she used to be. The part that died. A grave full of memories.
Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.