Writings of the Heart

[clandestinecuddles]

I miss the way you shower me with attention. Am I just being insensitive and unreasonable?

[Archus]

A good read. Enjoy:

 

My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, she was poking her head, and stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute. I gave her a lot of gifts and lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she CAN love that much.

 

And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.

 

If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it.

 

Brad Pitt

 

 

[neville]

Kaya paLa kitang huwag pansinin. kakaiba sa pakiramdam, pero sige lang. Manhid na ko.

 

Buti na lang may iba akong pinagkakaabalahan ngayon.

 

Belat.

[*Jessie*]

I am yet to find you. I am yet to know you

see the deeper side of you.

I am yet to hear, I am yet to see

how beautiful you are for real, just like in my memory.

 

I am yet to discover your likes and dislikes

I am yet to dig you're weirdo side.

I am yet to learrn, argue and later on understand

your moral principles that sometimes clash with mine

 

We are yet to fight, we are yet to disagree

Get mad sometimes, not always a fun story

But at the end of the day, I hope you'll hug me

And say "I don't want us to go to bed, with you mad at me"

 

I am yet to feel the warmth of your hand

the softness of kiss, the passion in your eyes

I am yet to fall so in love with you

and be driven be crazy through and through

 

And with all madness life will bring

I am yet to prove that through thick or thin

You will stand by me, as I stand by you

Till our hair turns grey, our love will be true.

[neville]

i hope your coming back is more permanent this time. I'm willing to be a very behaved girl just for you.

 

Except in the bedroom with you. :-D

 

I love how you'd go caring and dominant on me at the same time. I bet you'd go ballistic when you see the timestamp of my post.

 

May my instincts be right this time. :-)

[Pitik]

hold on, hold on, a little bit longer

i'm almost there so don't give up on me

damn you, just stay

[Pitik]

Does he notice me? Does he hear my heart screaming his name-- sometimes it's so loud I think the Gods can hear my pain. His voice is so mellifluous, oh to get just one small kiss.

-josie geller

[Lady Sansa]

Dear Young Woman with the Shitty Boyfriend,

 

Your boyfriend is a total clown. Frankly, you have very nice hair and I think you deserve better.

 

My suspicions about him first arose shortly after I sat down. Despite the fact you both appeared to be writing essays (a fact later confirmed when he took it upon himself to tell you exactly what was wrong with yours), he spent a significant amount of time bopping along to the cafe’s music system while simultaneously pretending to type. I say ‘pretending’ because I refuse to believe that anyone can seriously focus on writing (an academic essay no less) while shaking their head to the Bruno Mars and grunt-humming under their breath.

 

AdvertisementThe thing is, everyone’s been out with obnoxious gits. It’s part of the glorious tableaux of romantic experience - we put up with dating assholes so that later on we can dine out on the tales of all the things they did that defy human understanding. I’ve gotten huge mileage out of the guy who turned to me with an admiring look and said ‘Well done’ when I told him I’d be paying for my own meal on a first (and last) date. And I’m sure somewhere out there, a man is entertaining whole swathes of people with the story of how I lectured him on abortion rights before the main course had arrived. We make mistakes, and we date mistakes. And we survive.

 

But I didn’t like how your boyfriend undermined your intelligence when you asked him for his opinion on your essay. I didn’t like that he suggested it carried all the sophisticated analysis of a 15 year old’s paper, and that HE would never make that mistake. I did like that you corrected him when he then tried to lay claim to always receiving High Distinctions, but I didn’t like how it led him to turn on you in a huff and decide to give you the silent treatment.

 

Being subjected to the silent treatment, that cold withdrawal of acknowledgement, because you’ve stood up for yourself and asserted your right to be treated with respect - even in disagreement - is a bad sign in a relationship. Eventually, you’ll find that you twist and conform and tread lightly just to avoid being punished for having a different opinion and being unafraid to share it.

 

Do not give your time, energy and love to someone who’s intent on making you feel like you might not be as smart as them. Because one day, you might start to believe it. And that would be a terrible shame.

 

We have to make our own mistakes, I know that. In the end, it won’t matter much what I say and I’m certainly not trying to make you or anyone else feel like you might need help to understand these things. I know that you’re fine on your own.

 

But I’m writing this mainly because of what happened when your boyfriend went to the toilet. I took the opportunity of his absence to tell you to trust your instincts when it comes to your brain and your writing; to let you know that there was at least one person present who might also see those gaslights that occasionally flicker in the room that houses your relationship. And rather than telling me to get lost or to mind my own business (which would be your right), you seemed relieved and thankful - as if maybe you needed to hear it, because you weren’t quite sure if that troubled grey cloud hanging over your head was real or all in your head.

 

We women aren’t really taught to trust our instincts. Instead, we’re taught to be polite. To bend and fold in the face of opposition. We are expected to maintain the illusion of feminine compliance, lest we deal with the consequences of defying it. I know what it feels like to sit there quietly as someone lists all of my faults, and to not know to what extent I am ‘allowed’ to disagree or retaliate.

 

Thankfully, I haven’t done any of these things for some years now. And while it doesn’t always make me happy, it never makes me feel trapped.

 

 

Love,

 

 

Anais

 

 

[wjc-934]

 

Alam mo na ito dahil sinabi ko na sa iyo ng paulit-ulit. Gusto kita. As in gustong-gusto kita. Wala ka naman sinabi tungkol duon. Hindi ka naman nandiri o naging ilang pero wala ka rin namang ginawa. Ang sabi mo lang hindi ka handang pumasok sa isang relasyon ngayon, na hindi ka naghahanap ng boyfriend at sa tingin mo naman ay di rin nabababagay sa akin ang magka-fling lang. O sige!

[shhhhhh]

I admit it...I'm scared...scared of love...scared of trust...but most of all scared to let someone else in my life...scared to open my heart to anyone else...because the last time i let someone hold my heart...they dropped it and, like a vase, it shattered as soon as it hit the floor. last time i let someone be my everything...i turned around...and found that, in just one swift move, i had nothing.

- "a broken heart"

[startsaulo]

i miss you so much...

[dama-di-rosso]

welcome back bonito. welcome back.

[Bameboy]

I admit it...I'm scared...scared of love...scared of trust...but most of all scared to let someone else in my life...scared to open my heart to anyone else...because the last time i let someone hold my heart...they dropped it and, like a vase, it shattered as soon as it hit the floor. last time i let someone be my everything...i turned around...and found that, in just one swift move, i had nothing.

- "a broken heart"

Wow very nice piece

[CLIT TORRES]

Would it be a different year? Wish I could hold you longer, see you longer . You're here but your heart isn't.

[kimB3RLy]

Be not afraid, to my heart I plead

It could be worth a chance, not a tear to shed

It will all be fine, there’s nothing to dread

It could then be cleared, as roses red

Chained heart and thought will soon be freed

Be not afraid, my heart, I plead

Just love and enjoy, It’s ok to bleed