The heart wants..

 Maybe it was the way you talked to me that made my heart grow fond; there was a gentleness in the way you carried yourself around me that made me feel the butterflies, or in my case, moths. I was drawn to the flame. But this particular flame did not seem dangerous, just a little, warm.

Maybe it was your smile. It was different; I had only seen it when we talked on rare occasions. You made a silly joke and we both laughed. Maybe I am after all, naive; I am not good at discerning someone's character, not at first, but not even after months. Years will pass and I may finally say, "Ah! So this is what they're like.", but I still may not be sure. I had heard of your flaws and yet I could not bring myself to like you any less.

 Maybe I am delusional, my imaginations are running wild. But I had noticed your stolen glances and it made me think otherwise. And if I may quote Jane Austen and say, ".. we are all fools in love.", Indeed! I am a fool. I fully admit and acknowledge. If I have taken your kindness and affability otherwise, do forgive me. I couldn't help but fall for someone so much like myself and after all, the heart wants what it wants, right?

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 If there is one question I dread the most it would be, 'what are your plans for the future'?

How do I know? I have these dreams, ideas in my head but I don't know if they will ever come to life. Who knows what I will be doing in the next 5, 10 or 15 years? No one is ever sure where they will end up or what they will do.

All I can do is work and keep on climbing and trust that God is in control. He is the one on the steering wheel and I am the passenger in the back seat, enjoying the view whilst also enduring the bumpy roads along the way.

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 You and I have so much in common , yet you and I don't get along. Is it because we are mirror images of each other? Can it be that we see our flaws too well that we cannot accept?

How can it be, that two people born in different families and in different cultures be so much alike? We fight over petty things and laugh about our past.

 We reminisce our childhood crushes and cry over bruises, left there by the many trials and errors of life. Yet, you and I, cannot see eye to eye.

Maybe it's time to give it a thought. We do not truly hate each other. We are just two people with similar stories and we need each other to heal from the pain.

 Our past has defined us for too long. It's time to move on and let grace take over and peace, settle in our hearts. 

Grace

In His time,

He makes everything right for me. 

Clears my path of debris. 

Gives me wisdom to understand life as it happens. 

I pray for earthly pleasures,

He gives me eternal truth.

Shows me His promises through His word. 

I make mistakes, I sin.

Yet He forgives, over and over again. He embraces me with open arms

And reassures me of His love for me. He gives me the strength to overcome my temptations and trials.

He gives me courage to go forth.

Surely I am blessed, His mercies extend to the ends of the Earth.

I am saved by His Grace. 

I, am a child of God.

Stories untold

Someday I will travel the world;

sweep through the meadows 

And bathe in the waterfalls. 

I will remember each moment

And I will have no regrets.

Someday I will look back

And laugh at my old self;

the things I did, the  moments I missed. 

I will be wiser

And I will be content. 

Someday when I'm older,

I will tell tales of my adventures. 

I will laugh with my children 

And they will learn from my past. They will carry my stories through generations.

And just like that, he stopped existing.
In a flash, he seemed like a distant memory I couldn't recall.
I forgot about the heartache, the brokenness inside me.
My life was full again.
I started living and doing the small everyday tasks as if I never knew sadness.
Meeting my friends, Spending time with family.
Everything seemed normal and I was happy again.

It's as strange as it seems, that something so big in my life could lose its importance in a matter of time.
I thought it would be eternal but life had other plans.

Wishful thinking.

Just a dream, just a fantasy

That's what you are,
Wish it were true.
Just another smile,
Just another 'hello', isn't enough.
Wish it were more.
Just the two of us
And the moonlit night,
That's where we should be.
Just a hopeless heart
Under the starry sky,
That's what I have.
Just a dream, just a fantasy,
That's what you are;
Wish you were mine.