People always like to ask, "What's so great about this person? Why do you like him/her?" when they see you acting all smitten about a certain someone. It's not an easy question to answer. And for most of us, we tend to use those generic responses like, I like their eyes, they're cute, they have a good sense of humor, they're laid back, etc. as our answers. So what is it about you that I like? What is it about you that keeps me wanting to hold on and not let go? What are the reasons? I like everything. Both the good and the bad, the big, the small, the ugly, the pretty, the old, the new, the round and the square...simply everything. The smiles, the flusters, the racing heart, those are the reasons why I hold on. Those may not seem like substantial reasons to keep oneself from not letting go, but they are reasons nonetheless. Even right now with this nasty flu, being in a confused state, knowing you're angry with me and avoiding me at all cause, just the thought of you still brings a smile to my face.
Love makes us stupid. It makes us do stupid things, and say stupid things. It can sometimes break our hearts. It can sometimes make us cry, cause us to have restless nights, and it can complicate even the most simplest things, so why do we still fall in love? Why do we keep on putting ourselves in that vulnerable position? Why do we like to torture ourselves like that? I like being stupid, especially if it's being stupid because of you.
Perhaps when it comes to relationships, I'm too much of an idealistic and I forget about its hardships and difficulties. But then again if we start things only to think of all the bad that can come or will come out of it, what's the point of even starting? Everyone keeps on telling me it's not worth it. It's not worth all these heartaches and tears. Perhaps they are right, but then again how do they know? Only I can determine and choose whether or not something or someone is right for me. I am stubborn I know this, but who else knows and understands my needs more than me? We take chances, and sometimes it doesn't turn out the way we want it to be, but even with those mistakes, at least we know we had tried and gave it our best rather than just sitting around pondering those 'what if' questions.
I’ll let him go,
I won’t let him go,
I have to let him go,
I can’t let him go,
I can let him go,
I don’t…want to let him go.
It's simply a matter of choice. My choice is to hold on and continue trying. It may not seem like the greatest idea, but it's one that I'm willing to take my chances with.
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