A friend of mine told me a story about a girl he's been seeing for more than 10 years. It wouldn't have been impressive if she didn't remind me of how my story could end. In his story, he mentioned of how they were together on and off... For some years, she dissapeared from his life. And it was not until a year ago, that life finally crossed their path again. She was persistent, he said.

Another story came up. This time about my mates. The girl who has been falling for him since high school, finally got her chance. Though they're not together, they were on and off last year.

Persistance? Perhaps that's what she had been doing. These stories make me wonder, is being persistant necessary in achieving love? Couldn't you just be happy? What's the different between being persistant and agressive? How do you know if he or she ever worths your persistance?

More questions tickle my mind. Somehow, it occurs to me that persistance in love is never really my fashion.

I learned to believe that persistance should be a guy's case and not the other way around.

In love, I am a conservative believer: ladies await for the guys. And ladies should only fight for the guy if she alreay is certain that he is worth a fight.

I recall a friend of mine whom I used to have a crush on says , "sometimes you need to show the guy that you like, how you feel about him"

At that time, I thought that was what I had been doing: Showing that I kinda like him.

Yes, I missed every chance I had to accept his dinner offer. Yes, I sometimes left the class without giving him a chance to speak to me.

As I am writing this, I started figuring out why in the end he opted to date a girl whom he just met in a club.

I kept telling myself that he should have been more persistant... But then, it hit me that he had been persistant. I was the one who surrendered without fighting.

And unfortunately, stories keep repeating themselves.

Gosh! what is it with me? Why is it so hard to just let myself go?