That wicked little witch, who does she think she is.
That is what happens when you put your foot down for the first time in 8 years.
Do everything right, play the game according to someone else’s rules for almost 8 years but the 1 day, that one brave ass day you decide to play the game however you want it, the 1 day you decide to set rules, that’s when hell breaks lose. You won’t be remembered for all the things you’ve done right but you will definitely be remembered for that one day, which in their eyes, you’ve done them wrong and you’re crazy. Reality, and the some things that you really cannot change is exactly this.
Glass half full:
1. It may have taken you 8 years to put your foot down, but you put your foot down eventually and that is all that matters.
2. You’ll be remembered anyway, for whatever wrong or right reason.
Tough luck really but here is what I’ve learnt. Sometimes, when you’ve allowed yourself to play in someone else’s turf for way too long, they’ll forget you have your own turf and that’s the worst because when they forget, they refuse to be reminded of its existence. But boy oh boy don’t let them forget. I’ve learnt that we can always share our lives with someone, but never give it away entirely. Never be in the mercy of someone you love and if you find yourself in it, it’s not love.
These are things I’ve told myself for the longest time now and yet sometimes, I need reassuring. Thankfully I’ve dug deep and was able to find a solid ground to plant these principles. Dig deep, plant, and never forget E, dig deep, plant, and never forget.
In the same time, deny love, never. Love deeply, love the heck out of love. Love like you’re not the only one who has been hurt, love in a way so deep the ocean would be jealous, love beautifully, melodiously, passionately and may the fire never die, I pray.
I’m a hopeless romantic, forever.