“Regrets”

What is it about Lang Leav’s work, that grips my heartstrings so? While my posts may not always mean something, what they show for sure is how much I love romanticism. Be it the lovey dovey kind or otherwise. Sigh.

Timing is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It’s what I once believed.

But we met during a time when I was such a mess, when I still had so much to figure out. How could I have known how crucial every word, every action was or how losing you would be something I would always regret?

If only you could have met me now, how different it would be. How much I have changed. How I have grown. I learned so much from all the mistakes I made with you. I just wish I had made them with someone else.

– Lang Leav

A Five Letter Word

So I had the pleasure of guest posting on one of my favourite blogs.

redvelvetjacket

Hello, readers of Humdah’s blog! First of all a big, heartfelt THANK YOU to her, for asking me to guest post here. I’m a regular reader myself, so to have my name up here is an honour! Okay, so here goes. *deep breaths*

“I’m Sorry” is a funny phrase. There’s nothing bigger than it, nor smaller than it that quite expresses the emotion. No other is quite as concise or adequate. I’m talking about genuine apologies here, not the deseptive art of formality or face-saving.

The “I didn’t mean to”s and the “I shouldn’t have”s are merely prefixed or suffixed, but until you say the very words, it doesn’t become official.

How often does an apology fall short, though? There’s the rub. Too many times it feels that sorry is not enough.

In the case of being on the receiving end, the offense may be so great that a mere…

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thought dumping

It’s 3 am and you’re probably asleep. Or maybe you’re not, I can never tell anymore.

There was a time, when I thought I caught a glimpse of the inner recesses of your heart. Whatever went wrong, made you retreat to a safer distance. I know I’ve lost the right to see within. I know that.

But I cannot forget what I saw. Letting go has never been my forte, so before I can let you close this last chapter, there are a few things I want to say:

If you are sensitive, stay that way; let it make you empathetic. Open your eyes and heart to the plight of the world around you. Be compassionate; better to be so than to be callously indifferent.

If you are child-like, stay that way. For though seemingly vulnerable, the skill to see the world with wonder, is a skill few have left in them in this age.

If you’ve learned to be expressive, never hold back your words again. We long to be heard and understood, and unless we give voice to our sentiments, humanity cannot reign.

Stay humble, as you are, and modest, as I think you’ll always be. It will keep you honest, and your intentions honourable.

I know you’re fast asleep. I’m wide awake, and 3 am seemed like a good place to dump all the thoughts that are cluttering my mind.