The Moon and a Diamond
I love you to the moon and back.
These were the words uttered by Noel to Leizel before popping the question and dashing out the more than 1 carat ring. Leizel literally fell of the chair.
I'm not the cheesy mushy type of person, but I couldn't help but cry as she narrated the series of events that was last night, their first monthsary. First. Bah, sometimes, when it's your time...it's your time.
Pondering on her bliss, I realized that love can still sweep you off your feet at this chaotic time of the fast world. With all the noise and hurrying of people, some individuals out there go out of their way to set up the perfect time and place to utter 4 words of intense emotions -- will you marry me. There was a hint of jealousy in there, as I have always dreamed of a perfect proposal for myself. Though for me to actually think about it, I gotta find myself a worthy man first. For her, though it has only been a month, they just know that the person in front of them is the one they want to grow old with. As Mong would put it, "When you look into her eyes, you'll know it's her". Her story actually uplifted my spirits a bit, for it manifests that love is a worthwhile emotion worth investing, after all.
I'm not bitter, it's just that all of the men who had come and go into my sick world were nothing short of chauvinistic pigs. Indeed, I was a walking flystrip for the wrong kind, or perhaps he's still out there being taught by God how to unconditionally love a meager person like me. I hate to give myself too much credit to expect a god of a man, but hey, shoot me for loving myself so.
He will find me someday. I know he will.
These were the words uttered by Noel to Leizel before popping the question and dashing out the more than 1 carat ring. Leizel literally fell of the chair.
I'm not the cheesy mushy type of person, but I couldn't help but cry as she narrated the series of events that was last night, their first monthsary. First. Bah, sometimes, when it's your time...it's your time.
Pondering on her bliss, I realized that love can still sweep you off your feet at this chaotic time of the fast world. With all the noise and hurrying of people, some individuals out there go out of their way to set up the perfect time and place to utter 4 words of intense emotions -- will you marry me. There was a hint of jealousy in there, as I have always dreamed of a perfect proposal for myself. Though for me to actually think about it, I gotta find myself a worthy man first. For her, though it has only been a month, they just know that the person in front of them is the one they want to grow old with. As Mong would put it, "When you look into her eyes, you'll know it's her". Her story actually uplifted my spirits a bit, for it manifests that love is a worthwhile emotion worth investing, after all.
I'm not bitter, it's just that all of the men who had come and go into my sick world were nothing short of chauvinistic pigs. Indeed, I was a walking flystrip for the wrong kind, or perhaps he's still out there being taught by God how to unconditionally love a meager person like me. I hate to give myself too much credit to expect a god of a man, but hey, shoot me for loving myself so.
He will find me someday. I know he will.
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