I've returned (after 2 years)

2 years and I'm back.

It took me 2 years to pick up this blog again.
It took me 2 years to write again.
It took me 2 years to finally accept that people will change with time.

In 2 years, a person can go from being your can't-live-without-friend to being your can't-stand-living-with-stranger. Strange, huh? What 2 years can do...

Nonetheless, we move on.
People will come and go. On this long and tiring but adventurous and beautiful road we call "life", we make frequent stops to greet and meet people as we travel along. For a while, they walk with us on this winding road. But eventually, they will leave us and take a different path - their own path - leaving us alone, afraid and sad. But somehow, we find the courage to continue. And maybe that's what makes life so wonderful and mysterious. No matter how alone or afraid or sad we are, we somehow walk on...

It's funny how some people pretend to be your friends on one page and the next thing you know, they are bashing you indirectly on another page. I tell myself this is nothing, just some so-call 'friends'. I shouldn't get myself worked over these nonsensical words. Yet, at the end of the day, my head is filled with every hurtful words aimed at me, done by just one so-call 'friend'.

Just another fangirl...

I'm such a hypocrite. Probably the hugest one that I know of. Years back, I was so mean to those society call "fangirls". I laughed at them. I teased them. I hated their definite obsession. But look at me now. I've become one of "them". I giggle like a little kid just watching them fool around. I scream like a baby watching them perform on stage. I wake up with their image in my head. I constantly look at my watch, waiting for lecture to end. I find every possible little thing to do at work, just so time will pass by so much quicker. I rush home and don't even feel the need to eat dinner. Instead, I open my laptop and just let their smiles, laughter, and voices take me elsewhere. I go to bed with their image fresh in my head. And that is how I pass my day, with only them in my head. Talk about obsession much?

Coming to love them, I've come to learn so much more about myself and life. Loving them, I've come to learn what it means to patiently wait for someone, to accept a person for all their flaws, to always keep the faith. But most importantly, loving them has taught me the meaning of loving someone wholeheartedly and unconditionally; to love someone, and not wanting anything in return.

That's what my boys have taught me, and for that, I am forever grateful and will patiently wait for them.