Amateur Lover Labels: Cowardice, Curly, Love, Soul mate
After many rejected calls and unreplied sms, I’ve decided to pity my old friend and gave him a call. He wasn’t please. I can’t blame him since I’ve been too busy to be a friend to him. I only have only myself to fault.
We had a nice chat after all the apologies and excuses to why I was unable to spend time with him... He updated me of his life.
You know that warm tingly feeling you have inside when someone shares with you his love story. The feeling escalated gradually as he unfolds his story. He sounded so happy, genuinely happy. And he described the love and relationship he has to be pure and innocent.
I wish I could describe or even write everything he said but I believe no description of mine is able to paint a picture of his love for that girl.
It has been awhile hasn’t it? To fall in love. When was the last time I fell in love? I mean really fall in love?
In his own words he said, “If I had a choice between spending a lifetime with an angel in heaven or overcome all odds just to make this girl happy, I will pick the latter.”
He is blinded by love. He believes he has met his soul mate.
Who am I to judge his heartfelt desires?
I wish I had someone loving me just like that…
I feel as if I am far behind in this race in search of true love. My friends have completed lap by lap and I am still an amateur, profusely tyring to finish this one lap.
But again I have myself to blame for this matter. The last time I got someone, I left. Cowardice. I was unable to commit as the demands to fulfill my other worldly desires outweighed my need for true love.
And now I complain not having anyone to love… I deserve to be shot.
Curly, you are missed.
