To the new.

It is a non-stop cycle, that is what I realized. Before a story ends, another one starts. For the past 3 years, it has always been about fall in and out of romance. I see. I fall. I conquer. I cry. And back to step one: I see. That is exactly
what's happened.

I guess that is how I have moved on quickly.

Well, you might wonder if I have someone else in placed of the previous one. You might also wonder who this guy is and what he does and where we met. And of course, you might wonder... What the hell happened between him and you?

I shall answer from the last question. It ended, you might say, abruptly. But to me, I could not find better words to describe than it was the most appropriate decision that I had taken.

If there's any consolation, it hurt as hell and I spent fairly amount of time sobbing.


But again, it is what it is and at times, you ought to be brave to face disappointment, despair, anger and of course, loneliness. That is why they call it a broken heart ergo you literally can feel that you can hardly breathe because of someone cuts your heart. The very someone who previously might have said to you, "You and I are meant to be" or foolishly joked, "Let's go to Vegas and elope!"

As the heart was broken, the story ended. People moves on, though.

He is not anything special, yet. However, he is a good distraction. Everytime I think of him, I could hear vividly the song
of 'Enchanted' by Taylor Swift play in the back of my mind.

"I was enchanted by you"

Enchanted by someone else is a good thing for me. It is good to be reminded that there is a possibility of someone out there who does not mind to travel an hour away to see you or even makes awkward jokes to break the silence. It was an
instant connection.

But as I am writing this particular blog, I have learned that I shall take my time, have as little expectation as possible but hope for the best.

It is certainly not an easy practice. But, you ought to be brave... And of course, every once in awhile... I suppose a girl should just enjoy a sms, "I'm playing golf. What about you?"