A Note to You

I'm feeling a bit strange after I watched "He's Just Not That Into You" for the gazillion times at HBO. And it makes me think. I thought about love most of the time. There's something magical about it, how two stranger meet up, they match, and become instantly inseparable just for the reason of... love. Love can connects two different people with different interests, almost with nothing in common. Love makes you think of all the things you never imagined before. Love makes you do something that you hate before, just for the sake of someone else's happiness. It is simply put, magical.

Love is supposed to be easy. It takes two people to fall into one, and then life happily ever after. Well, at least that's what Disney's movies have been telling us all this time. When in real life, it's far more complex than that.

To love is to be able to accept. It's like when you can tolerate me being super oversensitive and not making such a fuss about it. It's when you actually understand that I'm on my PMS and well, when I'm on it, you knew that I've turned into a major drama queen everyone love to hate but yet, you still try to make me smile all day. It's when you still want to hug me, even though I'm being a very bad girlfriend and wasn't supportive at what you did.

You know, I love our little conversation at dinner tonight, what's with the future and etcetera. But then again, it makes me think. I still remember all the years we've spent together, all the fights and dramas, the problems and the ugliness. I don't want to ever through that again, ever. Sure I have had doubts in you, but it was years ago, I was being what I am at that time, a foolish teenager. And you just being what you are, a boy. It's funny how we cannot seem to forget each other or to move on to another person. Trust me, if I had the guts to leave you back then, I so would boy, but I just couldn't. I didn't want to.

To love is to be able to accept. I love you from the moment we texted every day to the days we've spent at our favorite mall,  for who you are, your badness and your goodness. I love the way you are, and I wouldn't want to change a thing about you, it just wont be the same again.

I don't know what the future will give us, we all don't have the slightest idea. I just hope that whatever that is, it is something to look forward to.

Love you yang, always.