Self - (love)

She looks like a girl your mother would have approved of. I am happy for you.
Treat her well, love.

Gently reminder: Being close to someone is not about the proximity


So how do I get close to you when we are afraid of the distance?

After six years, I have learnt to watch for actions and not just listen to pretty words.
You have learnt you lesson, Chloe. You have learnt.

Actions.

Not words.

Actions.

Not words.

Repeat.

My instinct is always spot-on when it comes to boys like you. I didn't have a bad feeling but I guess there's a first to everything.

" I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart. "

Which one would it be this time.

How do we leave the people we love?
How do we leave the people we love?
How do we leave the people we love?

I honestly don't know.

If luck ever permits you to stumble upon this, know that I had the most amazing 9 hours with you and that you might have left the country but you have not left my mind since.

I am smitten

and you know it

so more power to you.

A crush

You smiled and my heart didn't skip a beat, realistically speaking.

But I am suddenly aware of it beating against my chest. 

Pounding. 

Loud and clear.

At least, the implications were.

LL;

I have been told time and time again that you can't make homes out of people. I can't be your home but I can build one with you.

the thing about hope;

Actually, waiting is the death penalty.

Death by torture

of the mind

because

our minds goes where 

our desires wants it to go.

and my desire lies with you.

rt;

Since the day your name was mentioned, I have been thinking about the comforts of your bed and the lingering scent of your room.

I wonder if it would still feel like home?

Funny because yours did.

While none of theirs was even close.

The execution isn't the punishment.

It's the waiting and the thoughts that accompanies the game that kills.

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How can I wait when I can't barely breathe?

rebound;

When I hear songs of love or stumble upon one of those silly rom-coms, I don’t think about me and him, I think about you and her.

"You are not mourning the lost of your relationship, if anything at all, you are grieving about the failure of it."

Everything that I am, I am for you.

Happy Valentine's, MLJM.

Not ready to be found.

Let's talk new years;

20 days into the year and I'm only taking the time to reflect now. I promise that I wasn't lazy, life has just been relentless hectic. But then again, when has it not? I find myself just as busy now that I'm on break compared to the midst of my semester. Call me a workaholic and I won't deny it.

But I love the rush.

Because it gives you an opportunity to appreciate small breaks in a whole new way. The morning sun on your skin; the afternoon sun flickering through the leaves, shadows it reflects next to you in your best friend's car; the evening sun, natural golden and nostalgic filter, making life just a little slower, a little more romantic. And the tiny glimpse of stars in the city, while you walk home from supper.

For twenty sixteen, I want to do just that:

To live more
To feel deeper
To love myself harder

To read more religiously
To write and express with more freedom
To think with more depth

And that would make my year already.

So welcome twenty sixteen,
I have been waiting for you
and I'm so glad that you're finally here.

bite the bullet

jump the gun

bite the bullet

jump the gun

what are you so afraid of, chloe?