I've always believed that romance was supposed to be like fairytales -- a happily ever after following the grand kiss.
I thought my first love was gonna be an adventure, intimacy and passion rolled into one. I wanted the kind of love with sparks and grand gestures, a bold kind of love. But this was not the love story I got. Instead, I found it within the walls of a stranger's home. I found it in morning coffee, in a borrowed guitar, in leftover sandwiches, and in stolen glances. My first love was a quiet kind of love. Calming love. Comfortable love. So I had to say goodbye before I could say hello again.
This love was sweet with a cold front. He was funny and had a cute smile. This love shared his bed with me, and gave his shoulder for me to rest on. But this love wasn't ready for my love at all. He and I weren't on the same page, let alone the same chapter. He already faced every joy and pain that comes with loving, the victories and struggles in this journey while I haven't even started.
I continue to wonder when our eyes will meet again, if our eyes will ever meet again. It all seems like a distant memory now but I won't dwell in what could've been because I am beyond grateful for what had happened. Because of you, I am facing the world with hope. You were a great lesson and I will always be thankful for you.
I have now realized that love isn't always perfect. It's definitely not the kind you see in movies. Actually, far from it. And if this universe will ever be kind enough to let our paths cross again, I hope we both have grown. I hope that you let your walls down and finally let love in -- even if that love isn't for me.
The story of every Thai BL : The secondary couple steals the spotlight from the main couple then the secondary couple gets their own drama and become a main couple with another secondary couple who also steals the spotlight etc etc etc ...
I've always believed that romance was supposed to be like fairytales -- a happily ever after following the grand kiss.
I thought my first love was gonna be an adventure, intimacy and passion rolled into one. I wanted the kind of love with sparks and grand gestures, a bold kind of love. But this was not the love story I got. Instead, I found it within the walls of a stranger's home. I found it in morning coffee, in a borrowed guitar, in leftover sandwiches, and in stolen glances. My first love was a quiet kind of love. Calming love. Comfortable love. So I had to say goodbye before I could say hello again.
This love was sweet with a cold front. He was funny and had a cute smile. This love shared his bed with me, and gave his shoulder for me to rest on. But this love wasn't ready for my love at all. He and I weren't on the same page, let alone the same chapter. He already faced every joy and pain that comes with loving, the victories and struggles in this journey while I haven't even started.
I continue to wonder when our eyes will meet again, if our eyes will ever meet again. It all seems like a distant memory now but I won't dwell in what could've been because I am beyond grateful for what had happened. Because of you, I am facing the world with hope. You were a great lesson and I will always be thankful for you.
I have now realized that love isn't always perfect. It's definitely not the kind you see in movies. Actually, far from it. And if this universe will ever be kind enough to let our paths cross again, I hope we both have grown. I hope that you let your walls down and finally let love in -- even if that love isn't for me.
I will miss you.