Look at these pure white roses, so flawlessly white and clean,with each petals attached strongly to one another, but if looked closely, perhaps pick them, those thorns they have, piercing through your skin into the flesh of your fingers, so deep as you exert more pressure, trying to get hold of them. And yes, this is what love is. Love is pure, clean, flawless; yet painful as you fall deeper and hurts more when trying to get hold of it. I am sure some say the pain is worth it, I could not agree more, but if it was all one sided, or with hypocrites, man who doesn't walk his talk, and man who could only speak aloud and toyed feelings, I felt terrible, like a dagger push right into the left side of my chest, gets deeper with every word.All I see is the later scenario that is dominating, where is the love?
What happened to the person I once knew, we once knew? We once love? Their changes of heart may have send us to deep misery like living hell each day, but they are still good people and the other changes might be positive.Without them we won't know how strong we actually are.However at this moment, I have no intention to know if his changes were of good or bad,all I want is to make myself believe that I do not know him, and he is just another stranger sharing the same air as I breath, nothing more but a common man on earth. People might see this as mean, childish and perhaps not having the bigger heart to forgive, I have my rights to feel what I am feeling and every reasons to feel so.I have forgiven but forget is always hard, when sweet memories become memories of sorrow and deep love becomes a big disappointment. It is impossible to forget how he made me feel.I do not seek for peoples permission to ignore such man on earth, but do not judge me based on my actions.
You may think that I am still holding on to the past, you may think I have not move on. Let me tell you, I have move on and let go, even if I felt something in my heart when I saw his face, I talked about him and what he had done to me, I still said he is a good man, I have image of him at places we have been together and I may have gotten sentimental for a few seconds because of him ;I HAVE MOVED ON. There are somethings I don't like, but I have to live with them, so I will treasure them.As how I treasure the memories with him and put them and him behind me as my past and take it boldly as an enriching life experience.
"Sophocles, the poet, was once asked, “How do you feel about love, Sophocles? Are you still capable of it?” to which he replied, “Hush! if you please: to my great delight I have escaped from it, and feel as if I had escaped from a frantic and savage master.”
Indeed, I will echo the words of Sophocles, one fine day." ( credits to wengkiandthe brain)









