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Posts Tagged ‘Romance’

[1: 2,069 of 10,000] Confession In The Rain

In Review on October 19, 2021 at 3:12 PM

If there’s one scene with the perfect lines that I love the most in the First Season of Bridgerton, it’s the profession of Daphne’s love in the last episode. Even accompanied by the melody of Max Richter’s The Four Seasons – Spring.

“Just because something is not perfect does not make it any less worthy of love. Your father made you believe otherwise. He made you believe that you needed to be without fault in order to be loved, but he was wrong. Should you need any proof of the matter, then… Then look just here. I am tired of pretending. And I cannot continue acting as if I… As if I do not love you. Because I do. I love all of you. Even the parts that you believe are too dark and too shameful. Every scar. Every flaw. Every imperfection. I love you. You may think you are too damaged and too broken to ever allow yourself to be happy, but you can choose differently, Simon. You can choose to love me as much as I love you. That should not be up to anyone else. That cannot be up to anyone else. It can only be up to you.” – Daphne Bridgerton

We can learn something significant in those words in this lifetime.

We have to stop pretending to not feel hurt when we are, to not feel appreciative when we are, and feel something so powerful that our hearts burst into explosions of love, laughters and tears.

When we love, it can only be the all. We cannot love the sky without the occasional rain, lightning, thunderstorm, rainbow and sunlight. We cannot love only a part and pretend the rest doesn’t exist. We have to love the shadow and the light and hopefully the love is brought out to shine that we strive to always be better as we flow with life.

In every moment of our life, we always have the willpower to choose the same or differently. We cannot make the excuse that we don’t have the option to choose better to what will give us happiness, joy, growth and peace.

[1: 2,027 of 10,000] Deleting Two Photos

In Journal on November 27, 2020 at 12:00 AM

I deleted two photos of a man I really like, but I don’t adore enough that I stopped talking to him. It’s been 9 months since I last exchange decent communication but the moment I deleted the last two photos from my smart phone that could prove I’ve ever talked to him I broke down and cry.

The last thread that I was holding, disappeared, made me feel losing him for another time. It surprised me that I’ve put him in a pedestal, and now it felt more final in my head space. I still remember his name. There are days that I remember the spark and then there are days it felt like I’ve moved on.

The following morning, I thought am I crying for the man I imagined him to be in my life, or was I grieving that I am craving for the love that I was giving him. He’s a reminder of my life’s romance and a creation of my perfect fantasy and for that I’m grateful. He’s a testament that at one point, I let my guard down and let someone in for a while.

It’s over. I have to be strong to accept that it’s done. I didn’t lose myself, I gained a lesson that I am capable to love. It’s time for a new story to tell.

[1: 1,992 of 10,000] The Eyes Of Source

In Journal on April 18, 2020 at 11:09 PM


Every time I love a man, and even if it’s unrequited there is the genuine part in me that I could see their human fears, the reason why a relationship cannot work, and yet when I do shower the eyes of the Source, I can love them unconditionally.

I have my own lenses based on ego or fear too, and I know that they have theirs, but if we only drop the shield that blocks us to love, we can work any relationship.

I am capable of loving anyone. But romance, oh that kind of love, I also look for a man that sparks an attraction and excitement, someone that aligns with our individual calling in this lifetime, and that I’m getting ready for. Knowing what I value makes it easier to let go of what will not work for equal partnership.

May I always see with my heart not from my lens out of fears.

Photo by Michael Liao on Unsplash

[1: 1,982 of 10,000] My Magic Wand Worked

In Poem on March 27, 2020 at 1:01 AM

You’re too good
And you’re true
Holding my hands
While we sip our coffees
Your blue eyes
Locked to my brown eyes
Then fireworks start blasting
Over the roof
All the way to the moon
Every touch is an electricity
Passionate warm kisses
Is this what forever feels like?
Heaven looked like?
True love is?
YES, I’ll marry you
Today and any day
I’m yours
You’re mine

[1: 1,977 of 10,000] Willingly In Love

In Poem on March 4, 2020 at 10:10 PM

I wake up with immediate thought of your name
Was it because I have not forgotten you?
Or I don’t want to let you go?

I grow fonder the more I think of you
But how do I right my wrong?
I’m falling in love with you


[1: 1,962 of 10,000] The Last Single Lady

In Journal on May 24, 2019 at 6:16 PM


I have three groups of friends, the high school friends, the college pals, and the best friends from previous works.

In the work best friends corner, we’re two of the last single ladies who aren’t married but yesterday, she admitted that she’s now in a relationship and the situation is alarming me that I am the last one not in a relationship. The group chat conversation went to where will the wedding be. Yaiks! I do feel a little pressure but I am letting it pass because this I don’t really want to deal with right now.

I was at a clinic last Thursday to have my allergy shot, I was sitting across a mother with a baby on her lap, and I, on the other hand, is typing on my work laptop, geez that says a lot about our priorities, huh?

My college pals are all married, I wouldn’t even go there, and not only are they comfortably settled but they are counting more than one child.

High school friends though is a little bit more reassuring because 5 of us are still single and can mingle. Look what I did there, can but not saying “ready to mingle.”

What am I looking for a man anyway? Someone confident, comfortable in life, smart, kind, talented, and knows how to enjoy trying new things. I’ve thought about it, I can commit to someone like Rob Bell (filled with wisdom and love for God), Bill Rancic (he’s very responsible), Simon Sinek (very inspiring), and Jake Gyllenhaal (he’s so hot I think I would melt whenever he stares and smiles at me).

Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash

[1: 1,842 of 10,000] New Romance

In Journal on December 26, 2016 at 10:55 PM


New romance brings all the crazy thumping of sensations that makes you tingle all at the right special places.

I am courting life that I find my crazy new romance that drive me faster and stronger when I want to give up; and light up my zen aura when I’ve just given my all.

It would be great too to finally have the perfect romantic experience in 2017!

[1: 1,731 of 10,000] A Family of Romantics or Whores

In Journal on June 23, 2016 at 11:54 PM


I belong to a family of romantics and whores.

My family seemed to have a wrong definition of love that we didn’t care the existence of children out of wedlock, having romantic entanglement to a married men, and keeping two homes with two separate sets of affairs with one common denominator.

It is played like a game that my young self got scared that I will follow suit. I eventually felt the pain of the multiple deceits, hearts got broken and trust was difficult to repair but possible.

I honour my ancestors for the good that they did and I learn from their mistake just the same.


[1: 1,678 of 10,000] Blushing Hoping Wishing

In Poem on January 30, 2016 at 6:14 PM


I met a man with a name I adore
As a writer I’ve used and fancied it

He turns out to be all right
But will my rules get in the way of love?

Do you see me turned a lil pink when you stared?

You’re better than what you’ve shared

To know you deeper and see you again

Just for awhile I fantasize the possibility
Of you and me having fun

In a another dinner or in a date
Laughing and maybe kiss at the end of the night

[1: 1,642 of 10,000] Someone To Call As Boo

In List on November 5, 2015 at 11:59 PM


A seed is being planted within me that I am starting to explore that I could try having a boo (someone to love and loves me just the same). I contemplate how would I call him, I am avoiding the babe, honey, and sweetheart; so I am settling with boo. Isn’t it funny, I thought of the endearment call before I even know his name. 😛

What is my criteria again? Or having known things, what is my criteria now?

  1. A successful entrepreneur or artist but not just a company employee who depends his income from a monthly salary. I am in the same boat, pay cheque to pay cheque, but I am going to change that to match him. I want somebody who is successful because it means he’s decisive, has aspirations, and determined to get it.
  2. Loyal. I know in my heart that I am going to be a faithful partner so I hope to attract someone committed to a monogamous relationship. He must be single, hopefully never married, and definitely not married who is eligible to marry 4 wives.
  3. Smart or man of many talents and skills. It must be given if he’s a successful entrepreneur or a genius artist! 😉 It is fascinating to see someone explode with brilliance and makes me drawn to adore it. This also means he’ll be creative in coming up of surprises for our anniversary, ha ha. 😀
  4. He recognises God as the center of our lives and the source of our love. This way, if we get married, we’ll be raising our children in the same track. With this, I hope he’s respectful, kind, generous, and can emphatise.
  5. Must be neat, takes a bath and changes his clothes everyday. I am not looking for queer although they looked amazingly handsome and proper. It’s nice to have someone who can dress up or down, smiles truly, and smells wonderful. It would not be too much to ask that he’s organise with his stuffs too.

There you go. My boo list. 🙂