Your Sweet♥~


Linda Ser.
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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.

In the meantime, she would just live.

♥

Those Moments ♥

July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
May 2008
August 2008
November 2008
January 2009
April 2009
May 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
March 2010
April 2010
May 2010
June 2010
July 2010
August 2010
October 2010
November 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011
April 2011
June 2011
August 2011
September 2011
October 2011
February 2012
May 2012
September 2012
February 2013

Music ♥




Thursday, February 24, 2011
I'd Rather

I'd rather you be the one who is receiving all these spam calls from all sorts of counselors.
I'd rather my insurance agent be the one calling you up.
I'd rather my parents be the ones repeating asking you what the heck went wrong.
I'd rather you be the one who is receiving all those condolences.
I'd rather you be the one crying your heart out every night to bed.
I'd rather you be the one missing me every now and then.
I'd rather be the one with facebook wall post flooded with "RIP"'s than flooded with "Please stay strong for Chloe."'s.

But come to think of it, my heart will even ache. How could you have bear to do so?

It may be hard for you to make the decision to leave; but have you ever thought that it is the hardest for the ones left behind?


I miss you so much I'm more than willing to exchange my life for yours to return.