comfort food...

The remnant of a not-so-comforting comfort food

On the same spot where I usually sit... 86°F (Feels Like 91°F)... hazy

By indulging in comfort food, it seems as though the idealist within me was awaken from a deep slumber. after reading a blog about perfect matches and soul mates, (that at first I found equivocal but decided to read the whole write-up nonetheless) it hit me right on the spot. I was considering a lot of facts when it comes to choosing "the one," that if one fails to complete my checklist then I could never consider that person to be a suitable or possible partner. I could never ever swear in front of God that I want to marry the person who's kneeling next to me on the altar if I am not sure of myself. I do not want to live in a BIG LIE all my life. But if ever it would be God's will that I let this love grow in my heart then I shall never complain.

I do not want the readers to think that I am romanticizing my idealistic views of love. It's more of sharing my personal understanding... I do not want my love to grow wings and flee from my heart, instead, I want it to grow so I would be able to share it with others and "the one." At the same time, I also want to develop a sense of security within myself... that I may be able to overcome the tragic experiences (if not of the tragic experience, then I doubt that I may be able to write this). Really my estrogen level is getting a bit high and I find myself a little emotional - drowning in melancholy once in a while. In that case, loneliness would be very hard to ignore.

and so, I end this blog entry with this excerpt:

Great love as defined by writers of Sex and the City:

Carrie:	And that phrase "great love," what does that even mean?
Charlotte:	It means, the love that changes you, that shakes you to your core after which you are never the same.

I thought such love did not exist until... it shook me to my core...

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