Little things mean a lot. I mean, if life were to ask, “What are some of the things that brings you joy?” I am sure most replies would be peace, unconditional love, and contentment. Some might add more to that list, to me, the littlest of things count. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I believe in little, oh-I’m-going to-go-puke (sarcasm), cute little notes, sweet random calls for nothings, and the list goes on. You clearly get the idea, don’t you?
Well, as eclectic as my interests are in life, one thing is for sure, I AM a hopeless romantic. I am undeniably unapologetic, and almost proud about this distinctive character trait of mine. Call me a dreamer, but I love the passionate effect of things related to love. I love late night conversations, long walks, starry moonlit nights, eh—you get the picture.
Therefore, when it comes to relationships, I pretty much judge it by the intensity of the “hopeless-romance effect.” Not always, but at least, in the beginning I use it as a gauge to see how far or how good/bad things are going. It may sound superficial to some, but to those who understand my plight, this is crucial to my intrinsic psyche.
In retrospect, I want to be cuddled, I want to be protected, and most importantly, I want to be loved— the right way. Love is very hard to come by these days, and I will consider myself lucky when I come across that kind of love. Of course, love is not just about the cute little texts, sweet random messages, no! It is much more than that, considering the fact that love is virtually nonexistent in an excessive consumerist society like ours today.
Love me for me
Tell me the things that matter, not what you think I’d love to hear
Love me in spite of me
Never letting these flaws, chips away at our love
Let this thing being built; grow into that thing we both deeply desire
This thing called love—is only near… hidden deep within us
Living Free 