Letters to You. Shattered

It took a while for me to realize that us ending up together would mean settling for me. There was a time when your mystery and your elusiveness seemed attractive and even exciting for me.. Until I realized all the intrigue was merely a smokescreen designed to conceal a weak soul; terrified of committing to anything real. The day you took off your mask was the day I finally realized your beauty was only skin deep. So thank you for breaking my heart. Because as it turn out, the only thing you actually shattered were my illusions.

— Anonymous

You might wanna listen to this song. I don’t want you to go.

P.S. I am not broken. 😉


My Gift to the Anonymous

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Santa.”

Learning from the Giants

I got this photo from Facebook when I was running through my newsfeed.

Letters to You. My Alpha Male

You only need one man to love you. But him to love you free like a wildfire, crazy like the moon, always like tomorrow, sudden like an inhale and overcoming like the tides. Only one man and all of this.

I just borrowed the quotes from goodreads.

I love that you talk to me about your disappointment and pain. I love it when you share me the things that hurts you and you close your eyes in my loving arms, cuddled like you need protection. There’s nothing like our love for each other. I love you when your sad. I love you when you’re happy. I love you all the time. I am giving you my kisses and hugs while I write and close this.

I am dating an alpha male who isn’t ashamed of showing weaknesses.


Letters to You. November 11, 2014

I am not certain how I am going to start this, but I’ll start anyway. I woke up disappointed and unhappy, and I have always been. That’s what I feel whenever I wake up without your messages on my inbox. I always sleep with the hope of waking up to your sweet messages. More than 24 hours, and I didn’t hear from you. I would’ve gone to the police station to report you are missing from me. But I figured out, you are not mine, there’s no reason I will lose you.


10 Things You Might Wanna Know About Me

1. I am not really a writer. Growing up, I have been fond of reading and writing for me is just one way of expressing my absurdity in this world. I have demented ideas and I don’t like posting my feelings on Facebook, I’d rather annoy you differently.

2. I am in a serious relationship with God, but to say I am alike Him is way too far from reality, I still sin, and I still have vices.

3. I am in love with my boyfriend, but I guess what makes my relationship with him special is because I am more in love with my life than with him. For me it’s important that you still find time for the other things you love besides your love. Each individuality in a relationship should never be set aside. I may have this longing for an affair to the world, but my heart belongs to him. He knows that for sure.

4. I have a favorite Seven-Year old daughter and a favorite Four-ayear old son. Break their heart, I’ll break your neck.

5. I love taking pictures of my feet stepping down the places I go to. I have more than 50 pictures of those in different places already.

6. I love the sunset. I love the beach. My feet. The sunset. A book. A beer. That’s an ideal life for me.

7. I love pigging out with my friends. For me, friends who eat together, stay together for a long time. And eating with a happy crowd is healthy.

8. I love writing about my conversation with my boyfriend. He is a man with full of sense to me. Our pillow talk is our best bond ever. We sit by the window, watch people walk by, watch the silhouette of the mountains, and talk just about everything. He is my best friend in this world.

9. I love being in control of my emotions. Yes. I have mastered the way to have a sound mind and a sound body. The less you care, the less chance you get bothered with everything.

10. I mean, I am not perfect. But I know, I have grown to be beautiful because life has fucked the hell out of me and it keeps fucking me. Not giving a damn is almost a reflex.

That’s my story. What’s yours?