been thinking. about falling in love once upon a time. how everything started perfectly. just like a fairytale. he was all that. but in the end i wanted more. and an ugly end it was, too.
him: paano na?
me: wala na.
i'll never forget those words. and the bitter parting that followed. and then came summer and this blog was born out of my dreams and tears. then we tried to pick up the pieces. but there were too many secrets. too many regrets.
it took a philosophy class to create a label for my sorta fairytale. infatuation. it's when value comes prior to love. but when the value is gone, so is the love. when you "wake up and smell the coffee."
sorta fairytale sounds a lot deeper. a lot more dramatic. a lot more melancholic.
"blessed are the shallow."
~ jars of clay, frail
=p
when love comes prior to value, it's called growing in love. and it's a lot more meaning colorful. a lot more meaningful.
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