Femme Fatale

…if she’s meant to be yours, she will come back. If she doesn’t, then she wasn’t meant to be yours in the first place.

Then what about letting HIM go?

Will HE come back? Will HE realize everything SHE has done for HIM was to prevent HIM from getting hurt, from falling, from breaking into a million pieces?

Unlike the millions of movies we watch, where the heroin / hero are usually forgiven for all the wrongs they’ve done, be it whether they had an affair ke, cheated on their husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend/dog/fish ke, dumped the boyfriend/girlfriend for another guy/girl/freedom/whatever ke, they are always forgiven no matter what.

Or in the books we read where love CONQUERS ALL, I guess in reality, it really isn’t as easy as that.

Sometimes, people just make mistakes. That’s what life is all about anyways, isn’t it? It’s all about making mistakes. If people don’t make mistakes, people don’t learn. And if people don’t learn, there’ll be no improvement in character/attitude. And how else would we be able to make this world a better place if people don’t make mistakes so that they can learn from their mistakes?

Perhaps, it takes some people longer than normal to realize their mistakes. Perhaps to realize their mistakes, some people just make mistakes after mistakes after mistakes before they realize that hey, they’ve made three mistakes in a row! Or perhaps, sometimes people are just too blind to realize the mistakes they are making until they loose something. And by then, it would be too late.

And unfortunately for these people who learn too late, there is just no space for forgiveness in the hearts of other people these days. Because these other people have been hurt/rejected/humiliated by the mistakes made.

It’s really sad to think of two people who are madly in love with each other, but not doing anything about it because one made a mistake and the other is too proud to find space in his/her heart to forgive him/her. And therefore, they go on with life, knowing that each another is irreplaceable in each other’s hearts, but too proud to do anything about it. And when it comes to a day when one thinks back, was pride really all that worth it for it to stand in the way of love?

I even know of two brothers who have not been talking to each another since eons ago, and all because of ONE incident that caused them to drift apart. And why? Because one is too proud to apologise and the other, too proud to forgive.

So, we go back to where we started. The infamous saying that goes, "If you love him/her, let him/her go. If he/she is meant to be yours, he/she will come back. If he/she doesn’t, then he/she wasn’t meant to be yours in the first place"

BUT….if HE/SHE does come back….will you be able to accept HIM/HER and forgive HIM/HER for everything that HE/SHE has done?

Perhaps, if he/she does come back, and you’re not willing to accept him/her back, then I guess YOU were never meant for him/her….

Either that, or you’re just too proud….

Pride. Is it worth it?

First thing in the morning on the oh-so-commercialized V Day and I get a call from an ex-colleague.

"Girl! Tiga bouquet of flowers sampai office pagi ni lah. All for you! Then got one BIG teddy bear somemore, you know. Better still (she squeals), got one small present here also….look like those key boxes lah".

"Ha? Really arr? (rolls eyes). From who lah?"

"Dunno lah. But all very nice roses"

"You all keep lah. Teddy bear also you keep lah. I dowan. Happy Valentines ya!"

Now see here. I think Valentine’s Day is so fucking fake. And people who take advantage of this day are all fake. Absolutely fucking fakers. From MY point of view, here’s why:

1. Roses. I HATE roses. If someone’s really sincere about giving me flowers on V Day, then he should fucking find out what fucking flowers I like! And they are definitely NOT roses!
2. Teddy bears. Awww….so sweet! But I am not a little girl anymore. I have but ONE teddy bear in my room and I definitely do not need anymore. Besides, the Teddy in my room means a lot to me and no other teddies will ever be able to take it’s place. So, NO soft toys of any kind.
3. Location. Hello! How long have I left that company already! And still you send flowers there. What is this? If you’re interested in me, at least try to be a little more sincere to find out if I’m still there or not lah.
4. Timing. You don’t have to wait for Valentine’s to give me flowers or to tell me that you like me. There are 365 days in a year. What? Just to show me your sincerity, you buy me flowers on the day when it cost the most, izzit? *sigh*….

So, for all of you out there who spends ridiculous amount of money on roses (or whatever flowers there are) and chocolates and teddy bears, the so-talked-about V Day isn’t all that much to talk about after all.

After all, isn’t there a saying that goes "Everyday is Valentine’s Day" ?

After……

a raging storm, that tears houses apart, that uproots even the strongest trees, that sends thunder roaring across the darkened skies, lightning striking everything in sight, oceans crashing against rocks, sending dangerous sprays of water up into the air, where the howling winds sweeps it across the rain-soaked lands…..there comes sunshine, with it’s gentle fingers caressing to warm the lands below, to calm the now sleeping oceans, and to send a sweet gentle breeze to touch the fresh sprung grass and leaves….

After……

a freezing cold winter that slashes and howls at everything in sight, that bites and freezes even the hardest of rocks, that turns even the warmest hearts to cold blocks of ice, that chills even the most tender of feelings into nothing…..there comes the sweet gentle warmth of summer, fresh green leaves, newborn emotions, to tickle hearts filled with new love…

After……

bitterness and pain, sorrow and hurt, empty darkness, a hollow heart, tearful goodbyes and lost kisses, wandering in the darkness with no directions to go…..

….there is light at the end of this long dark tunnel, and as I reach out and felt the first breeze of another summer, the first kiss of the sun’s warmth, the first caress of the gentle wind, heard the first songs of the lovebirds, saw the first trots of the white horses, step by step, I get closer to the light, my arms opened wide, to welcome in a new summer’s love, to take the hand of my new destiny and walk with him, once again being able to laugh gayly like blue-bells, and feelings soar anew to heights never been reached before….

and it dawned on me….this is LOVE

…..and he is here to share it with me…..