Tag: love

hi,

you have no idea how much thankful I am having you in my life. though sometimes we have our petty fights or me being such a brat, but, gosh, I feel like I don’t deserve all the love that you are giving to me. you are always the one to understand, or should I say, you are the one to put a lot of patience in this relationship and for that, I am beyond thankful for your mere existence.

I thank God that I met you. maybe we are total opposite but opposites do attract, right? we learn to appreciate each other’s flaws and differences, and it may be tough sometimes but that’s  what makes our relationship much stronger.

I love you and everything about you. don’t  you ever forget that!

words really aren’t enough. I may not have a romantic bone in my system but I will keep saying this: I love you and that you should know this by now. even if I get mad at you over nothing, or if we have petty fights over little things, please know that I won’t get tired of you. I feel like I should be the one to say: I hope you won’t get tired of me. I only want to make plans with you and ONLY YOU.

Happy birthday, habibi.

I love you.

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UPDATE: Oh no, Oh no. Time to meet the parentals (!!!!!)

So here’s a little update on what happened last night.

It was 5:30pm when the boyfriend messaged me that they were on their way to our place. My initial reaction was to panic because my sister left me alone with my little brother without any notice, and I had no freaking idea what to do. She knew that my boyfriend’s mother was coming but still left me. I was pissed off a little at her. My sister and I planned to cook for dinner and I asked her if she can cook (I am not good at cooking, sorry. XD) but then, like what I said, she left without saying a word. So I messaged my boyfriend again to ask what should I do. He replied saying that they brought the food and need not to worry. So I was relieved.

My boyfriend arrived first because he has his own motorcycle, and after a few minutes, they all arrived: his mother and sister with her husband and daughter. So I welcomed them, smile here and there, fighting the nerves that has been building up since that morning. But I think it wasn’t awkward at all. :—-)

I was too shy to talk so I let them sit comfortably first. Thanks to my boyfie, he’s the one who served the juice because I was still panicking inside though I was smiling and trying to talk to them. Thankfully, they started the conversation, asking me if it was just the three of us (my siblings) who stayed in our place. I said yes because my mother stayed in their staff house, and just go home once or twice a week. After that, the conversation went smoothly. (*sigh* of relief)

While waiting for my mother to arrive, we talked about so many things like our place was too far, and if I continue my studies here it will be a long travel for me to go to the university, etcetera etcetera. My nervousness slowly fade away and I became more comfortable talking to her, and I think it was so nice. (OK, I know whatever I said in my last post was all in my mind.)

It was past 7pm when my mother got home. She said she was stuck in a heavy traffic and it was raining so hard. So they hugged each other and all smiles and all, talk a little, as if they were not chatting with each other *eye rolls*, before we have our dinner.

The night went well, and the topic was not mentioned (I AM SO HAPPY! HAHAHAHAHA!) I know this post should be about that. And yes — GOOD NEWS, it didn’t came up in their conversation and I am relieved. Honestly, I don’t know what will be my reaction if that happens. It was past 8pm when they bid goodbye with a smile on their faces and telling us that they will visit again soon if there’s time. 😀

 

 

To love or to be loved(?)

I had been in a few relationships (two to be exact which didn’t last for long, two months top) but right now, I am in a 1 year and 7 months relationship with my boyfriend (I must say he’s good at keeping me lol) so I am getting questions on how I made it to a year-long with him (though I know it is not that very long and we have a long loooong way to go to know each other pretty well) so the question: is it better to love or to be loved?

My grandma always tell me that I should find a guy who will give his whole heart to me, who will love me despite of all my imperfections and bad qualities. I remember everytime my suitor will visit me at home (okay my family’s too old school but I am glad I was raise that way), my grandma will always stay in the living room with us, unaware and awkward, she will talk about senseless things about me being lazy and all I want to do in life is to sleep and eat and if ever I will find the guy for me, she will pity him because of knowing me like I am sort of a heavy baggage.

Giving love to someone, for me, is easy. Not exactly love, but admiration or honoring him/her. You can learn to love someone with his/her personality, be it romantic or brotherly or love for friends or love for your family, you can learn to love them. There’s a lot of reasons to love. But on the other hand, you can’t control over other feelings. You can’t make a person fall in love with you in an instant. You can’t choose someone to ask them to love you nor make them want you. It is just like pleasing other people. You can’t please everyone, right?

Is love pertains to the efforts given to the other person? Or the assurance to have that one person to spend our whole life with? Or love as a responsibility?

I love my boyfriend but I feel that my boyfriend loves me more, and I am grateful to have him. I honestly don’t have a crush on him when we first met but with his efforts to show how he loves and respects me and how I am important to him pulled a heartstring on me.

To be loved by someone who you love feels so much better than just receiving love from a person and same goes to being in love with a person who doesn’t love you back. But it really doesn’t matter, does it? It is not about who you love or who loves more or giving back the love that we received or not asking for it but this simple question only makes me realise that we are all capable to love whether it is only one-sided or on equal measures and it really makes sense. ❤

What do you think? I would love to read your thoughts!