thoughts
2008-07-08 -- 10:51 p.m.

“If you loved me,
And we could never ever ever touch,
Wouldn’t you eventually get over it and move on,
Letting someone else have the slightest hope that you might belong to them?”
-Olive

“If I loved you,
Then I would love you in any way I could,
And if we could not touch,
Then I would draw strength from your beauty
And if I went blind,
Then I would fill my soul with the sound of your voice and the comforts of your thoughts
Until the last spark of my love for you leeched the shabby darkness of my dying mind.”
-Alfredo

Pushing Daisies is so sweet.

But of course, in reality no one ever says that to the ones they love. Everyone’s pragmatic, matter-of-fact and fearful with their words, so all it leaves us with is an unrealized and hidden hope that one day we could be similarly swept off our feet in a fairytale romance and carried off into the sunset. Doesn’t happen, because apparently, life continues after the ‘happily ever afters’.

Then again I was thinking, if someone said these words to you – what then?
For that one crisp, perfectly frozen moment, nothing else matters but that beautiful love you have with each other;
But will it matter in a month, or three, when monotony, boredom, cynicism, thirst for change, accumulated fights and bitterness sets in,
Will you still remember that love, that giddy romance that spawned the exquisite outpouring of passionate words,
Or will you throw in the towel, shattering the value of those words,
Forever embalming them into a place of ‘once, but never was’,
And embark on a new letter to a new someone else?
Words are but words,
And as much as I love them, how much weight do they carry in such a capricious world as this?

Okie sometimes, I drive myself crazy with these thoughts.

So Europe came and went, and sometimes I still wonder if I was actually there. (The ensuing pangs that hit me when I see the sights I have been to on TV assures me that I have.) Travelling is honestly the best way anyone can lose those extra cookies you gorged in excitement before you had embarked on your journey. I walked so much that I wore out the 2 brand new pumps that I had brought along with me, all within 3 weeks. Yes it could be due to the fact that my shoes suck, but really I think I walked roughly around the whole of Singapore about 3 to 4 times, and sometimes at breakneck speed. Ain’t complaining about the nice figure it gave me, though probably all gone to ruins now due to my binge snacking on stroop waffles. Pictures coming up soon; once I get off my lazy butt. What, I’ve been spending my time pasting postcards around my room and arranging my souvenirs on the table – that takes meticulous planning and time alright. (This is for those who actually bother.)

Loved the package of dutch goodies and pretty postcard I received this afternoon through the mail, not to mention the pair of boots I bought which I had to leave behind due to weight issues! (luggage, not me.) Me loves. *hugs box to chest*