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[1: 1,620 of 10,000] Be Around People You Want To Love

In Article on October 15, 2015 at 7:36 AM

Woman in straw hat sitting on pier

My mother was right that I should stay away from a man who I don’t want to fall in love with. I’ve been doing that all my life, I kept running away and disassociating myself from people who I know in my heart that I don’t want to be ending up with.

I was obsessing for a wrong man awhile back, I am fascinated about his strong suits and weaknesses. I am not even the woman who thinks I can change him, I know I wouldn’t and I don’t care that I should because he’s not the man who I want to marry; and yet I couldn’t stop fantasising about him. Then the bond got broken in an instant, and I no longer see him nor talk to him, it’s been 4 months since his last SMS to me with “Damn you!” At that instant, I said to myself that the end has been reached. If you’re curious, I’ve deleted the message, it no longer have a space in my life. I don’t need negativity lurking around.

It was a painful end but it has to be that way to simply cut the relationship that is not fruitful for everyone involved. I am at peace, and everything that I thought was connected to him a few months back are simply fading away naturally. It is freeing to let go of things that is too heavy to carry around.

Right now, I am starting all over with my relationship and I am making sure I don’t fall in my own trap again. Don’t cross the line that I will later amend. Focus on the good stuffs like creating beautiful things out of my talents. Make a change in the world by starting with a good intention. Then as Elizabeth Gilbert famously share with everyone, onward.

I am intentionally learning to fall in love with myself. I care for it like no one else will, well except God who can’t be matched by any man. I shall care for myself until I could recognise the man who sees my inner and outer beauty; but until then I am enjoying myself. No pressure there.

[1: 1,531 of 10,000] Is This What Happens When You’re Crazy In Love?!

In Journal on July 18, 2015 at 4:32 PM

Paris
I love romance but I never have the guts to commit or I thought eveyone who ever courted me were never good enough. I set a standard, I am not sure if they were ridiculous, are they?

It’s funny that everyone I come across who shows interest or in case I fancy somebody, it opens my immediate travel the future in a blast… I’m not sure if I’m alone with this, ladies??

  1. His family name is “something,” will it sounds good with Yor Ryeter Something?
  2. If I really like him, fast forward I take on his name, and try to connect it with my signature. Scribble scribble!!
  3. Is he the man that I envision myself to marry?
  4. If we’re old, is he the man I imagine by my side?
  5. How will our wedding looks like?
  6. Will my sisters like him?

There is this one man who asked to be my friend in a certain social media. He is very upfront to say he finds me attractive. In a few chat exchange, I kind of find so much about him, and it is extremely weird. He’s good looking and looked like a good man but I didn’t tell him that, I don’t want to encourage him, especially if later on he would turn up as a psychopath or he discovered that I am one! 😛 Well, he’s living in a different country, it feels nice to have someone to chat with, but we’ll see where this leads.

It crossed my mind, items 1, 3, 4 (he’s 14 years my senior, will I take that road?), and 6. It also crossed my mind to be careful that I really don’t know him and it is ridiculous to be thinking of marrying him even he suggested he’s on the look for a wife. He’s scaring me.

[1: 1,508 of 10,000] 8 Years Later

In Journal on June 25, 2015 at 10:14 PM

Romance

I got fascinated with this very arrogant but smart man and he happened to sort of like me. The beginning was exciting and it ended badly. Eight years later, I chatted with him and I couldn’t feel any spark. It was as if I never once got crazy for his attention.

It is really a good news because now I am sure that whatever is bothering me right now will not mean anything at all after eight years. It is comforting that the wrong people will never have a space in my life if I stop dwelling on it.

I am extremely excited for what’s going on right now. It’s the next big thing and I give God all the credit and the glory for His truest grace and unconditional love. I am co-creating! Way too cool!! 🙂

Every once in a while I think about the relationship that needs to end badly, why does it need to end badly, but it does have a great explanation. I sincerely pray that everyone who is involved will be filled with love and peace and though we will never spoke of it with one another, that we do forgive one another.

[1: 1,502 of 10,000] Romancing A Man

In Article on June 19, 2015 at 2:03 PM

Man

The look in your eyes with longing make every inch of my excitement come alive.

Mutter your endearment in my ear and tickle my imagination endlessly.

Hold me forever even if it feels like I can’t breathe for when we’re one I live in another plane of exhiliration.

Kiss me and let our soft lips speak a language with a different sound.

Your murmurs bring magic to the lady in me.

Run those fingers across my body that light up my skin in vibrance.

You fill me with life and romance.

Stay.

I will not beg.

But stay and you’ll understand heaven on earth.

[1: 1,501 of 10,000] The Letter That Was Never Sent

In Letter on June 18, 2015 at 11:40 PM

Sealed Letter

My Dearest T,

You felt that I am in love with you and I find no reason to admit it because I was not supposed to be drawn to you. I could not understand why did I fall for you, intoxicated with your lust, or is it the virgin in me that needed to belong and craved your possessiveness.

Why did you cheat on your wife? Why do you think it was all right to hurt another heart that adores you? Why do you think I would not give your wife the courtesy to tell the truth about your betrayal after you said you have changed? Yes I was jealous, hurt, but more than my own feeling I want women to be respected and loved without disloyalty.

You accused me of breaking your marriage, oh if you could only read my heart that I was moving far away so I may pray that your relationship flourishes. You were upset that I open wounds, but how can you heal a wound you kept running away from instead of curing it. I am sorry I pried to open a secret you’ve been hiding.

You have cursed me, demanded that I should be ashamed, questioned my values, mocked what honor do I bring to my dead parents, sworn you don’t want to see or hear from me, and never will you forgive me. I leave you the space that was yours, and I will wish that one day when the anger diminishes, you’ll remember I have always valued to be truthful and there is no way I could lie to a woman who asked me to be her friend and give her honesty that you’ve deprived.

May the choices you’ve made was worth all the pain and pleasure. I never regret a single thing I did, not even the part that I have loved you, but maybe there were people we do meant to meet to bid good bye for good. I will never apologise nor will I ever attempt to speak and see you again, but when you’re ready to listen, I will tell you I am sorry I never trusted your judgment and believed that you’re capable of being honest and no need to say good bye because it never had started.

Thank you,

S

[1: 1,474 of 10,000] My Best Gift

In Article on May 22, 2015 at 12:29 PM

Fantasy

I got you the best gift!

Ready?

I love you.

And because I love you I will give you just what I think is perfect for you but probably will never be perfect enough as you.

You know the place where fantasy and dream collide, I’m giving just that.

Right before you end a smile, you start another one, with the explosion of surprises I’ve stored for you.

I’ll melt your heart just to make it expand even bigger than it already is.

We’ll laugh like kids all night, grateful for our life and the true love that we share.

The only tears I’ll let your eyes drop are out of joy.

In time when things are hard, I’ll be here, I’m not going anywhere, we’ll sort it together, and enjoy the challenge.

I love you.

As sweet as your favourite chocolate or even more.

As deep as the ocean or even more.

As far as the moon or even more.

I love you without hesitations, without limitations, without conditions.

BAE I love you.

[1: 1,437 of 10,000] Even Love Will Kill You!

In Article on April 15, 2015 at 9:04 AM

I was sitting at the mall’s food court and a man was talking to another person. I didn’t catch the whole conversation but the man was explaining that “Too much of anything is bad for you. Even love will kill you.” He said it like he meant it, there was no hesitation, it was a dead on statement.

I know too much of ‘things’ is bad for you but I couldn’t possibly categorise ‘love’ as a thing, it’s a term when we use to demonstrate a feeling that is beyond explanation but it definitely roots to something good, beautiful, and kind. We often misuse the word to describe what we feel about something or someone without comprehending the extend of what it essentially and truly means.

I thought my heart was just broken because I believed I have loved someone and yet unrequited. So I might not be truly romantically in love, because if I do, I shall not desire for attention, make false assumptions, daydream, and be jealous of what isn’t mine, I shall let people be and I shall be me.

“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.”
― Marianne Williamson

We are meant to love everybody but not romantically for everyone because romance includes lust and lifetime commitment. We can’t go shagging everybody if we won’t be responsible when someone gets pregnant and there’s actually an actual child to be raised.  As I type this part, complex things are start raging into my head but love should be peaceful and simple; as Cinderella 2015 taught, ‘have courage’ to cast all fears and ‘be kind’ for everything that we don’t necessary understand and continue to do good.

Photo Source without the “love” typo: https://instagram.com/bespokepress

Love

[1: 1,421 of 10,000] 7 Years Later

In Short Story on March 22, 2015 at 5:17 PM

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I enjoy sipping my milk tea at the first class lounge as I search for the right word to complete my poem, and then I turned around and there he is, he looked exactly the same even after 7 years.

“Sarah?!” I heard him say my name once again in his kind manly voice and it’s beautiful. As for our facial reaction, I probably have the same odd look like his painted all over our faces.

“Tim! Wow! I didn’t expect to see you at all,” God my heart is beating so loud; I was hoping he doesn’t hear it or I pray that my heart doesn’t jump out of my chest.

“You were hiding from me?!” I laughed and and he gorgeously smiled, the smile that I have always love.

I tried to be casual and polite, “How are you?”

He looked at me, almost piercing, and said, “I still miss you.”

“Seriously? Still the same line?” I joked.

“You don’t forget people that you love and you don’t stop missing people who have given you so much joy.”

“Awww you’re making me cry!” and yes, my eyes were starting to water and so do his. “What are you up to?”

“Business is good. Divorced. No child.”

“That’s brief,” I said but in my mind… Was I actually rejoicing hearing those lines? Is he telling the truth?

“And you?” he asked back.

“Happy, writing, and I immensely enjoy seeing the world and meeting people.”

“Still not married?” he asked with a serious look.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I’m not so sure… I guess I was waiting for the same man who broke my heart to fix it.”

“Where is that man?”

I couldn’t answer. I was just staring at him.

“You are still quiet and not sharing your personal story… so cute!”

“Shall I treat you for a drink? You’ve always been my booze fairy, I feel like I have an obligation to return the favour,” trying to completely change the topic.

“Why not, apple vodka,” he answered.

“Still apple vodka, I guess some things never do change!” I teased. I ordered his drink and I just look at him. I remember the days when I love looking at his handsome face and he liked me staying close in the room with him even without exchanging words.

I was lost in my thoughts when he suddenly hold my hand, so I woke up from daydreaming.

“Sarah… I am here because I really want to see you.”

My heart was pounding so hard, I almost couldn’t breathe, what was he talking about.

“I got very successful in business and yet I have never found peace as you have brought into my life. I love you Sarah and I am going to do everything to have you back in my life.”

My hands were trembling and I couldn’t answer. My tears on the other hand didn’t have enough strength to help itself.

“Please don’t cry,” he pleads, and in his softest voice, “I’ve always regret the days that I made you cry or disappointed you.”

I’ve waited for those words, for 7 years.

“Tim, kiss me,” I said with such decisiveness and he smiled, the gorgeous smile.

I’m letting my guard down again, because I couldn’t explain why I love him and I will never find a reason why I should ever stop.

[1: 1,417 of 10,000] A Young Writer Named Lang Leav

In Journal on March 17, 2015 at 3:37 PM

I saw Lang Leav‘s modern writing from a friend’s Instagram posts and surprisingly I find it piercing through me. I am not sure if she has been hurt or she just have a wonderful imagination and a creative ways with words –

Lang Leav

I could never miss a man I love because he’ll have a place in my soul forever.

He etched memories in me that may later become foggy but could just easily be burning like it’s now once again.

With all my strength, I will try to forget and disregard him, especially after contributing to his life’s drama. But who am I kidding, the more I resist his memory, the more it will rushed and brushed the softest parts of my being.

So I will love him silently and every once in a while, I send him a message that I remembered him and wish him well.

[1: 1,378 of 10,000] Brave Heart

In Poem on December 3, 2014 at 9:57 PM

I laid my heart open

Naked

Vulnerable

Suddenly you cared

It grows

Sparkled

Then you step on it

Break it

Hurt it

I left

I recovered

Smiled again

And let my heart open

Taking chances

Being brave

Okay