You may not be her first, her last, or her only.
She loved before she may love again.
But if she loves you now, what else matters?
She's not perfect, you aren't either,
and the two of you may never be perfect together
but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice,
and admit to being human and making mistakes,
hold onto her and give her the most you can.
She may not be thinking about you
every second of the day, but she will give you a part of
her that she knows you can break her heart.
So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze
and don't expect more than she can give.
Smile when she maked you happy,
let her know when she makes you mad,
and miss her when she's not there.
-Bob Marley
Honestly, I made this blog out of boredom and quite because of a desire to improve on my writing. Many say that loving math has its downside of being poor in writing. Well, I guess it’s true and I am personally, experiencing it. It will be highly appreciated if connected friends would help me improve by commenting.
By the way, I am Patricia May Cruz. An introvert and for that, loves to be in small groups of people. I am stressed out in public and exhausted in crowd. Despite that, she survived debate and half-loved it. She got her highest grade in English in her course, oral communication and is willing to immerse herself more in learning socially.
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
Fits
This is the proper time to accept that everything now is taken for granted. It wouldn’t be like how you had each other with your first 3 months. Just accept that he isn’t that suitor that will suit himself with you anymore.
Paradox
It’s really ironic. The trust versus the questions is incomprehensible. I can’t seem to see what’s real now.
Rush for English
Hit by a dagger of loneliness,
Never thought of one's caress
Cut by the wrath of darkness
Marked by many as useless
Not until the gun was untriggered
And the glasses clattered
The soul that had been shattered
Turned not to be mattered
Explosions of light woke me
From a dream that deprived me of bounty
Now i find myself delightly
In a place that I'll handle gently
Never thought of one's caress
Cut by the wrath of darkness
Marked by many as useless
Not until the gun was untriggered
And the glasses clattered
The soul that had been shattered
Turned not to be mattered
Explosions of light woke me
From a dream that deprived me of bounty
Now i find myself delightly
In a place that I'll handle gently
Retina
When one of the nurses asked to another if she has a "Gonzales" patient. How I wish it was me.
nurses |
Real Gonzaleses |
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