Love moderately.
Monday, April 27, 2009 @ 5:39 AM
About 2 weeks ago, I was on the phone with my best friend, Jay. While on the phone, I'm answering some survey on-line and Jay's reading some love quotes. Then after that phone call I stumbled on this site. It's a blog from a very sentimental and senseless girl. She filled her blog with love quotes that are both heartwarming and depressing. That on-line journal was a big reality check for me. I came across this quotes from the said site.."Love is like alcohol. When you have too much, you began to act stupid. Love moderately."
"Isn't it wonderful when that special someone is a part of your daily routine? But the sad thing is, you can't blame him when he suddenly disappears because he was never really yours."
"He isn't my boyfriend but I love the way he hugs me, the way we laugh and the way we relate to each other. Well, I guess I fell in love with our friendship."
"Isn't it wonderful when that special someone is a part of your daily routine? But the sad thing is, you can't blame him when he suddenly disappears because he was never really yours."
"He isn't my boyfriend but I love the way he hugs me, the way we laugh and the way we relate to each other. Well, I guess I fell in love with our friendship."
The words struck me. Especially the first one. I remember my mom giving me advices about love. She told me never to love too much especially now I'm too young. I believed her. Well, I guess I will meet that special someone without even looking for him. Maybe soon or later.
My mom also knows about him. She likes him (which is a relief. Kidding.) But really, it's nice to talk to my mom about the whole concept of love. She, herself, is experienced on that matter. She know I "like" him. Take note: like. It's not just a simple crush. (Ok. He went on-line. :|) "It might be him but keep in mind that there's a possibility that it might not be him." She always says that.
Oh, love. What a deep word. Well, I guess I just have to wait for the "one". My mom may be right. It might be him but it might also be someone else.
My mom also knows about him. She likes him (which is a relief. Kidding.) But really, it's nice to talk to my mom about the whole concept of love. She, herself, is experienced on that matter. She know I "like" him. Take note: like. It's not just a simple crush. (Ok. He went on-line. :|) "It might be him but keep in mind that there's a possibility that it might not be him." She always says that.
Oh, love. What a deep word. Well, I guess I just have to wait for the "one". My mom may be right. It might be him but it might also be someone else.