SEKSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...DIRIKU SEKSA..................

It’s been the most excruciating 3 months of my life.

I never knew unrequited love would hurt this bad, especially when the one you love loves someone else.

It is not only emotional torture it also has caused me physical pain. Those who have experienced this should probably know the inability to breathe, the knot in your
stomach and the pain in your chest and heart. Sometimes it can also cause migraines.

It can also be plainly paralyzing. But then that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

It still feels like there is a gaping hole in my soul.

I’ve finally accepted the fact that maybe it is just not meant to be.

As much as it burns me from the inside I have finally decided to let go.

As much as he is the world to me, his happiness comes first, even though it compromises my own.

I used to mock myself for feeling this kind of love for him. Now I just let it be. I let the love fill me with every ounce of my being.

Someone very important to me told me today, true love just feels right. You will know when you look at the person that you feel comfortable and
This is the only thing that feels right, right about now.

Will I ever fall in love again?
Who knows.
Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. As long as I have the love for him inside my heart it is unfair for me to let someone else in.

If I am to love again, it is a MUST to give the next person all of me, and all that I am.

I didn’t write this post with the intention to undermine him and blame him for what has happened and make me look like the better person. I know somehow there must be something that I did that caused the relationship to deteriorate and DIE.

My love didn’t die with it.

My sarcastic self says that my love for him sounds like a Hindustani tragedy. Maybe it is.

I watched Kal Ho Naa Ho the other day. The gist of it is that one should seize the day because that day/love might not come again tomorrow.

I’ve learned the hard way about being rigorous in love. The movie taught me this. I pray to God I don’t make this mistake again.

Grateful I am that I learnt to appreciate living each day as if it was your last.

When I see my family and friends I take for granted that they will always be there for me.

Now I realized that I, we, we all live on borrowed time and at any point of time I could drop dead and not say the words I wanted to say to my family and friends.

Probably what I’m saying is dramatically morbid.

But really, do you have a say on when you are going to die?

And when you are on your death bed, what are people going to say about you? What kind of legacy have you left the world?

Most importantly, have you confessed your love?

It’s these kinds of things that keep me grounded.

Signing off to another day…
Happy living people.