Well, I hope the memories here meant the positive ones; if the memories were the nightmare, it would be much better to erase the person and the bad vibe that came with this statement. Yes, I would cherish the positive, happiness, and joy memories with those I had learned to love and respect. Yes, I would also cherish those negative and miserable memories that I had hang on for longer than they needed to be. Those negative parts of life were lessons for me to learn. Learning from the past meant that I had known and discerned what were good for me and what were good to me. Good for me did not mean it would be good for me. I could fall for someone that would sweet talk to me and promised his undying love by telling me he would go as far as the stars, the moon, the sky to gain my love; but in reality, those bullies were set up for me to fall. I had no one to blame. It was me who loved the sweet talk, the nice warm hug, and the whispering in my ears. Yes, my niece and nephew called me a romance addict, and yes, that was a great description that I was addicted to sweet talk, warm hug, and gentle caress, and seductive looks from his eyes. I am writing this and my heart again is longing and missing those past memories and moment that I had fell madly in lust with someone. The good news is, I know better now to stop the bullies that I had put myself into over and over again. The bad news is, I am still a romanticized junkies that once I got hooked on someone, I became an addicted to the person who would be no good for me.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 06:43:16 +0000
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