Sometimes is good to close your eyes and think about the people who we know are not here anymore, those who aren’t coming back. It gives us this warm feeling that they are there, with you, watching over you, taking care of you, knowing how much you love them and how much you still miss them. Even though you can’t see them anymore, in your heart, all memories are kept within the love for them.
There was an old Chinese legend that said how an old woman used to tie a red string in your pinkie and that at the very end of it, your destined person is there, also tied by the red string on their pinkie.
I wonder who is tied at the end of mine?
What kind of person is it?
Will I be happy with the person?
What if I already met the person but I was too scared to face it?
I’m the kind of person who likes to make the best out of the smallest things. From words to paragraphs, from a dot to a whole picture. I just love to find the meaning of everything, but it drives me crazy when I can’t figure the way out of being heartbroken. I see people easily move on from breakups, illusions and one-sided loves. I can’t do that, once I like someone, once I’m hurt by someone, I get stuck on it. Like running in circles or like a hamster on a running wheel. I just keep crying over spilled milk… I need to learn how to move on… I need to stop focusing on little things and be a different kind of person.
This, right here, is my space. Space where my thoughts are written down, set free, running wild, and my heart is wide open, just like a book. This is my public diary…
Welcome to my place!
Thanks for reading here.
“The grass is greener where you water it” – Neil Barringham
Public Journal 