Am I falling inLove?

It's crazy. Yes. I'm thinking of someone who constantly rings my phone with his messages, amidst his busy schedule and tough job, he seems not to forget me at all. And he says I love You. I wanted to cry. Why do I have to feel something I've been longing for from my almost-three-year relationship?

I've asked God for a sign already. And with amazement, He gave that sign to me. I was teary eyed last night when I am realizing what a fool I am to keep exchanging messages with him, nearly rejecting my man's call just to keep our exchange of messages updated.

I can feel his sincerity. And it makes me shiver when I start to think of starting something NEW. It makes me smile and thinking of our possible moments together and of the future just simply makes me glee with gladness. Am I excited?

I want a happy family. I want someone who loves me without any other priorities. Could he be the real one?

I can't..

Sometimes I just can't find the answers I want with the too many questions that bother me. Maybe all of us get in a point where we can't simply find answers, and when we can't accept the truth that's slowly clears the issues in us. It makes me upset..and confused. For the times I want to seriously think of it, I start to feel guilty and afraid.

The truth will set me free! Maybe I need to accept the truth..or maybe I have to be blunt to myself, in a way that I could clarify what's happening.

Being in an almost three-year relationship makes me start to feel incomplete and tired. Honestly, I can't explain why I am feeling that way. It seems I am concentrating in his too many lapses in our relationships, making every simple mistake unforgivable, making me demanding, comparing. I am becoming unfair. It's all because of the confusion I am experiencing.

I am guilty of thinking of other man aside from my man. But who could tell me this is wrong? The things I see now are the 'wrongs' in our relationship, the long waiting, the petty quarrels. And adding the fact that my attention is driven by someone who says he loves me and he'll wait. I can feel his sincerity and truthfulness, that's why thinking of his words resulted to my unexplainable behavior towards my real man.

I am bothered. I wish for a peaceful relationship. I think and I am sure, that someone can give me peace. But I had my words for my man. I am thinking of all the times we've been through, and the fact that we survived all odds, the fights and the downs.

Oh God, am I losing my senses.. This is not easy. What if I am just afraid to say bye to my man? And what if I am just afraid to take the beautiful chance of loving someone whom I think will make me happy?

Love Awaits

Keeping in touch with some old friends is one of the treasures I consider in my life. After several months of not sharing, still there is a bond felt when given a chance to share what's currently happening in our own lives. At least, despite the distance, updating each other means excitement and eagerness, wishing each other with all the bests in everything.

I have a former room mate and friend whose love affair with his man is somewhat related with mine, with ups and downs, with crazy doings and all of that kind, but having failed to say goodbye after all the flaws.

Women take things and situations very differently from men! While we stay too emotional and too concern with every little detail of their deed, sometimes we forget that they are created differently from us, and we simply forget that they don't react to things the way expect them to.

With our sharing, I realized I am far luckier than my friend. It's just that I don't experience all his sacrifices for his man, I think my man shows me love just enough for me to believe that i should stop worrying for our relationship.

He doesn't say goodbye even if what I always do is to drive him out of my life. I show my worst. But he holds on.

We love for different reasons. Sometimes it may mean we have to sacrifice great things and not expect anything in return. Or we may just have to be blessed enough to be loved by somebody.