i was about to finish making her campaign teasers when i got her message. i have no issue asking a tarpaulin from the alumni members of the organization for her campaign.
i will do everything to help her out in the elections not just because she is dear to me, but also because i knew that she was more competent and experienced than her opponent. i have sacrificed much to gain your her vote of confidence, so i see no point of doing anything that could make me lose her.
the longer text message you send, the more that your message is prone to the overlapping subtexts and subjectivity over one’s set of ideologies.
virtual discourses (online chats and sms discourses) are not helping a bit in resolving issues that should be discussed personally. it was inevitable on my part to succumb to my failure to put up a decent personal conversation with my girlfriend. the irony hits me hard everyday. we were both communication majors, yet, we could not arrange an open discussion between us.
peace, come take away the mixed guilt and fear from my heart. thanks to the break-up movie, i’ve learned that it’s not about doing things that she loves, but it’s about doing things with the person you love. at least, the stains of guilt of not satisfying my girl’s demands are buffered.
all i want i for her is to be happy (and also healthy) at all times.
as much as possible, i tried to yield over her views, decisions and beliefs; but lately, i have realized that it impedes our growth as individuals in the relationship.
the area of our common ground is slowly tearing away like puzzles that i have to search, pick up and put back together.
the hypnotism of the dreamy ride of our carousel relationship makes me forget about thoughts of letting go of the ride.
everyday, fate is testing the strength of our relationship by pushing us towards the verge of losing, but somehow we chose to hold on. i chose to hold on. i love her.
playing on the background:
say it all
say it right
you either got it
or you don't
-say it right, nelly furtado