[ The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants ]

I actually wrote a free flow entry right after all my colleagues rushed back home.
As the office got empty, I was much more at ease in writing everything I felt at that moment.

It was written straight from the heart.
Well, all my writings are.
But this time was without exxagerations and vulgar words involved.

I merely poured out my feelings in it, expriencing the warm fuzzy tingling and being silly at the same time, but I felt content.

Happy.

It didn't occur to me that I was being honest to myself for the first time, all over again.
For the past 15 months, I had been trying to convince myself that everything happens for a reason and no matter how absurd the reason may be, it is for the best that I won't even know.

I wrote and wrote, or in my case, I typed non stop.
Oh well, I did stop after the full stops and commas and oh,stop trying to be funny-lah, Along.

It was quite lenghty.
Much more than my usuals.
Eh, what's new about it eyh?
Hee.

I re-read the entry a few times when I realised the entry was too erm, obvious.

It was an honest entry, damn too honest.
But somehow I have this little trauma in me on how things might not turn out to be what I want it to be.
Or at least how I hope those who read it will actually understand my writing intentions.
People can easily interpret your writings in so many ways and misjudge you and so on.
When your intentions were merely happiness, some would say you were showing off and stuff.

Get me?

I hesitated for awhile and saw her, online.
For some reasons, I've always trusted her judgements from day one so I asked her to take a look on the entry.

She agreed on me on how obvious I was in showing my feelings.

"Daring gile." She said.

That was all I need.
If the only one person who practically understood how I stuggled with my emotions all this while said just that, she meant well on how transparent I was.

You know, on sharing the feelings.
Terlalu telus, I guess.

So the entry will stay in the drafts, friends.
Hee.

Blame her too, okay?
Ha ha.

I'm doing just fine here.
Practically overboard fine, sometimes.






Oh well..

Let's just say when I thought I won't be falling for someone any soon, I did.


With all the scars and bruises from the last fall, I won't mind falling over and over again this time.








And it is one hell of a fall, I tell ya :)






Pic credits to : F Letter