You look back at the relationships you have been in and begin to ponder, why you even fell in love in the first place. One heart, too many ladies in his life. Eventually, leaving them in a state that you never wanted them to be, a devastating heartache.

She wants to live her life, just for him. Willing to go through thin and thick, putting him in front of everything else, yearning for his affection, his concern, basically, willing to do anything that will just able to earn his little attention. Always be the first to praise him when things are going well, and the last to blame him when things happened. Each night, before she allow her heavy eyelids to rest, there's always a question running in her tired but anticipating mind. ' Do you think, he will call?'
A woman, loves him.

Each time they met, he can never find an explanation for the feeling he possessed. Behaving like a kid, getting his first ever toy. Nonetheless, he misses her, every second,every day, and every moment when she was not with him. Whenever he was with her, he always wants to spend the every moment to the fullest. The butterflies in his stomach, the feeling for her, so strong that he wished she will be his last.

Her job, allows her to travel to many countries that many can only dream of, whereas he on the other hand, a hardworking lad, pursuing his studies far away from his hometown. Physically, there may be always a distance that kept them apart, but in their hearts, they built a bridge that allowed to keep them, closer to each other. A romance of two, that had fallen for each other, or rather, one person who had fallen so much, so hard, so deeply and madly for her, for a relationship that likely to bring no future.
She has another, he.
A woman, he loves.

Seduction, temptation, in the present world of today, it is so hard to resist such attraction. His charisma, her attractiveness, they just complement each other. Starting a relationship is tough, maintaining it, is complexity. Thus, a relationship 'without string attached' makes it much simple, simplest. Needs, thirsts, satisfaction, human desires, many lost their resistance against them. Satisfying each other physical desire is what they looked upon, a temporary happiness.
A lover, with an absent of 'love'

They will be at each other side whenever any of them is in trouble. He knows her for years, she, by his side for, as long as, a decade. They are so use to each other that they longed forgotten the reason of being together. The 'spark', the torch that once lit-ed so brightly, was dead, or rather extinguished. Nevertheless, they hold on for something, for a reason that no one could understand or probably they just could not 'let go' of what they once created. The lady, whom he calls 'wife', ironically, may/may not be the one his heart loves most but rather is the one he afraid of losing the most.
A woman, that's meant to be.

Four ladies in his life.

Song lyrics | Come Home lyrics

Humming the tune of their favorite song, looking at the very first picture taken together. Old story started to surface, uncontrollably a drop of tear rolled down his cheek.

Strolling at the beach, aimlessly walked down the busy town, spending time deciding which shoes she fit best. Simply sharing everything together, with the bond they built, nothing will ever going to make them apart, nothing, ever, words keep echo inside his already weary mind.

Nevertheless, he will be there, always there for her when/(if) she needed him. Happy times, happy days, and all the happy moment, always seem to be short-lived, never enough. Too often unhappiness, too often disagreement, different background, different point of views. Too often many questions left unanswered, deepest feelings remain unspoken and, affection neglected.

Deep down inside, he knew, he is/(was) just one of them, whereas she is just one to him. He's jaded, too many attempts, and he started to question the vulnerable self of him, how many times must he try to avoid hitting another wrong turn, again.

Fairy tales happen only in reel world?
Seem likely to be..

Nobody seem to be perfect in this real world,
why don't we learn to love the imperfect, ...
perfectly..




Lyrics | Open Arms lyrics

Time, the only tool or medicine to heal that something call heartache? Hope your doesn't hurt anymore.

There's this saying, once bitten twice shy, afterall it is just a preventive measure.

Many years had past, he still remembered, her hair so soft, her face so angelic and her skin as fair as snow. Not forgetting, the luscious figure she possessed. With such a wonderful lady, she never failed to attract many suitors. He, on the other hand is just an ordinary looking lad that no girls will actually want to look at for the second time. As that was what he thought so but she thought otherwise.

Being from acquaintance to friend, slowly she somehow found him attractive and had a little crush on him. Hoping that he will fall for her, she always tired to get his attention whenever opportunities arise and she never failed to spend time chatting with him online. As time goes by, he, slowly fall into the trap that she prepared.

Knowing the situation, she confessed.

He knew, many would rather take his position for anything else, but... none would believe, he said 'the time isn't ripe'. Nonetheless, he always remembered that sentense.

Almost lover.

On the surface, he always thought that he has done a tremendous job.

He's confident in term of bringing happiness into her life, constantly finding ways to make her smile everyday, never forget to put in the extra effort to brighten up her day when she's feeling down, and lastly, forever waiting for the moment to be by her side when she needed someone most.

Hence, he thought that no one else will be able to produce the same feat, or an even better performance than him. As so, he pondered.

No matter how flamboyant or intelligent he believed he was, he can't even get a simple job done. He will never know or understand how to get hold of a job. In fact, he was never into the job, rather, he's losing the job.

Are you wiser now?

Time files, it's so fast, so intimidating, he could hardly notice it. Trying to figure out what had happened lately, but that chance never arrives, he was so busy recovering his 'lost time'.

Everyday seem monotonous, such as he felt his life had come to a point whereby it reached a stagnant point. Every living creatures, every images that he see/saw were so dull, everything reflected through his eyes to his mind, showed, he's living in a black and white world of his own. The confidence he once created is slowly fading away.

Melancholy, as he thought, till he met her, all else remained unchanged except she's the only colour he sees. Whenever he was with her, his life filled with colours, vibrant colours. He's hopeful, hope that this colour will remain forever; it's also that glimpse of hope that encouraged him to continue with what he already begun.

Deep down inside, he had the answer. To her, he's just one of them, whereas he think otherwise, she's one for him.

He's living in the state of denial.

"Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder".

She impersonates herself to be a strong and independent girl, showing no sign of fatigued in anything she came across in her life. That’s the impression that she wants other to know about her.

It was written all over her face, it spelled so clearly, but, she doesn’t have the intention to let others dig in deep into what exactly bothered her. Behind that strong character, there’s a soft spot of her, a vulnerable side that she never wants anyone to find out.

However, she didn’t realized that each time there was an opportunity to confide in someone, when she could pour all her heart out to, she lets her guard down. She needs nothing more than just attention, simple care, concern and affection, nothing else.

She’s just a simple girl.

It's Unbelievable.

He met his match.

Every time they met, and each moment she looked into his eyes, it felt like butterflies in his stomach. When he was with her, his heart beats like an over-caffeinated drummer. He can't recall when was the last time anyone able to make him felt this way.

Sat inches closed, her breathing so soft, and his heart, beats so loud. Their eyes glued onto the tv screen enjoying the movie. He, on the other hand, enjoyed her company. In the midst of the show, he slowly moved his hand toward hers, and her head resting on his shoulder, that intimate closeness, he wished that the time would just stop ticking.


Everything seem so real, the feeling, the touches and words she said.

He opened his eyes, seemed so familiar, the white ceiling, the windows, he found out that he was dreaming, a sweetest ever dream of his life.

Rather, he is no match for her. To him, she's flawless.