57

Failures never suits me.

Ever.

But you made me failed, bucked up, got up and be a winner.

56

I want to write love letters, not because you've asked me too.. because I want too.

55

I want to a better person for you.

54

I stopped being your muse and be a person instead.

53

So you said, 'Relationship is a journey.'

I said, 'No. Life is a journey. Relationships stop the journey and lead you to a certainty.'

Then you asked, 'What is love, then?'

I answered, 'Love is a beautiful.'

52

You are like a drug.

Killing me slowly in motions with malicious pleasure of ardent desires.

I am your cure.

51

Now do tell me, dear sire.

When I picked up Sophocles' Oedipus that was sitting quietly in between the books on your bookshelf, can't you tell that my eyes speaks with desires?

You are no longer a mystery.

Oedipus says it all.

I am, indeed blinded by You.

50

Too many beautiful coincidences can't be good.

Can they?

49

What makes people love and fall to despair?

(Driven by self-interest? Loneliness? Happiness?)

Does it not explained why we fall in love in the first place?

So we could feel the lightness of our heart. The sun rises up in the right place and the right time. And nights covered by beaming moonlights.

I have feel of this. I have fall and fell into love and despair.

Question: Is this what I seek?


Answer:


I don't want to fall, no more.

I want to capture and keep it in my heart.

48

I hate you because you are perfect.

But I hate you most because you don't realize how perfect you are.

47

Sometimes I wish I don't know myself, who I am because I don't know how to become myself anymore.

Then I could start over and become new.