She was painting with words. And it was beautiful.
When enemies are at your door, I’ll carry you away from war. If you need help, if you need help. Your hope dangling by a string, I’ll share in your suffering. To make you well, to make you well.
When you fall like a statue, I’m going to be there to catch you. Put you on your feet. And if your well is empty not a thing will prevent me. Tell me what you need, what do you need?
You’re my back bone. You’re my cornerstone. You’re my crutch when my legs stop moving. You’re my head start. You’re my rugged heart. You’re the pulse that I’ve always needed.
So I would do it for you, for you. Baby, I’m not moving on, I’ll love you long after you’re gone. For you, for you. You will never sleep alone. I’ll love you long after you’re gone, and long after you’re gone, gone, gone.
The fluffy toy, the book, and not even the plane tickets is your real birthday present. The real one is that we will be as happy as today, every day, forever~!
It has really been a long time since a heart to heart talk with blogosphere. I am the type to only speak when it’s a necessity, hence I have always found it difficult to write about daily life.
Nearly three years after I started this blog, after my initial collapse into clinical depression. I am happy to report that life is truly good, and I feel the transformation is complete.
It was a dream of mine to find a life I can settle in, where I can go to bed most days looking forward to the next. It became a reality.
My work is the place where talent meets opportunity. Believing that I can become successful if I apply my ability diligently gives me incredible motivation. Being the only expert of my field in the continent for a leading company and taking on responsibility far beyond the norms of people my age gives me a great sense of pride and achievement.
But none of this would matter without my other half. He is my fellow reveller in times of joy and my voice of reason in times of doubt, I feel so lucky to have found him. We lived together for the last month and I loved every day, I see myself being with him to the end of time.
I am not forgetting lessons of the past though, I thought I found love but the person I found was not the right one. Immature and emotionally unstable, he was toxic to me and I never realised. Forgiving is hard work, and I have not got there yet. Regardless of how much I might despise him, it is good to see him doing well again. Before, I knew he was suffering from our past and it pained me because I felt I was a part of it. Now, seeing him with new love has convinced me that he has moved on. I feel relieved and able to close this chapter for good.
There will be bumps ahead still, but now I know I have what it takes, the will to seize an opportunity and a persevering mind, to make it through. It is amazing how things work out sometimes. I won’t be cliche and say that things always get better, but it certainly is possible if we strive for it.
Happy Bastille day. French people are the biggest group of expats in HK, they brought out their party spirit for the Bastille version of Botellon last night. But I must say, an outdoor party in 30 degree heat was an endurance challenge.
I used to think that knowing there is a chance, however slim, that we might get back together is all I wanted.
Even if the chances were slimmer than winning a lottery or an asteroid hitting earth, maybe someday the circumstances would be right for us, maybe somehow your love for me would exist in your heart.
I wanted to know there is a chance that I could become the reason of your happiness again. Someday, somehow. I used to think if any relationship deserved a second chance, that was the one.
No more, and as horrible as it may seem to be, I feel liberated.
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