Thursday, May 17, 2007

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It is painful. That need to be with someone, to be part of his life, to share triumphs and disasters as one.

It is painful. That need to protect someone. That fear that you'll drag him down with you if you share more than what he could handle. That need to make it all right and okay, in spite of everything.

It is painful. To leave your past behind you and still find bits and pieces of it on your way forward. To live in the present and make the most of it. To plan the future, despite the odds.

It is painful. To find assurances. To seek validation. To reassure. To reinforce. To know.

It is painful, and blissfully so.

To live. To love.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

6 comments:

Marcus-kos said...

Okay lang yan P're. As they say, how can you say you've truly loved if you haven't been hurt?

Oh, and one more thing.... don't be afraid of the past. It's what helped make you the better person that you are now. Naks!

love lots,
The Resident Player/Flirt

kiko said...

Hahaha agree (on the player part)...

When do we visit that "bar"?

Marcus-kos said...

Hmmm... We got to schedule that for one of these weekends hehehehehe

I'll ask my friend kasi she's friends with the owner. ANd yes, I said "SHE".

kiko said...

SHE sounds like my kind of gurl....hmmm chige chige game!

Blair Bitch said...

what bar? can i go?

kiko said...

hehe if you stop with this eeeww cheesy thing you've been screaming about me lately, maybe, just maybe, we'll have you tag along...hahaha