so here's a story for all you guys, it's seldom that i write one here, and so,
the story goes.....
There was a guy who had a dream. This dream was one that was on the top of the list of dreams to him, one which was most important and precious. Guess what it is? any takers?
This dream was: he wanted to be with the only girl he truly loved forever. perhaps it sounds naive, but that was it. And so he set out to achieve that dream.
He tried to give everything to her. Many promises he made to her. All the love he could generate from his heart, support at the most crucial time when she was down, all the attention that she yearned for and so on. He wanted to know everything she felt, it was much important to him, so that he could perhaps bring up the mood or cheer her up if she was down. He constantly sms-ed her to see if she was alright, called her every night to say good night, so she wouldn't feel alone, which was something she was scared of. If there was a problem, he would try his very best to do something about it. Everything he could possibly do, he tried his best.
However
He tried too much. He pushed too hard. He thought that everything was possible, anything could be solved quickly, which is not true always. He cared and thought for himself only, without even pausing for a moment to perhaps reflect if what he did was correct, whether it could hurt the person he truly loved. And it was this very selfish thought that killed him. He caused hurt, too much hurt to her, he constantly got on her nerves, and ever after several warnings, he still continued. He even flared up! when it was totally his fault. More hurt was caused.
Suddenly, that very night,
the whole world crashed on top of him. He was crushed under it. Only then did he stop to really reflect, to reflect on everything that he had done. He crumpled within himself. He had just killed the person he truly loved. And the reason was? His stupid persistence, arrogant thoughts, his temper. The list goes on. Only then did he even realise. Was this how he loved the girl? Was this the way to show it? Questions fly around his brain like electrons zooming around the nucleus. Slowly, he pieced all of them together. It was him. He had not only stabbed himself but her. Her! The very last person he ever wanted to. What was he to do now? Saying sorry doesn't work always. Now the phrase "actions speaks louder than words" lands in front of him. All he could do now was, really reflect on himself and change for the better, so that he would not only be good to her, but to others also.
That very night, the change started in him. He had to regain her trust all over again. Everything he had to build up from scratch again. Many would have given up, but not him. It spurred him on, it gave him much needed motivation, that she at least gave him a chance, a chance to prove himself worthy again. It was too great of her to even give him a chance, it was something he could only hope for. If the chance was there for the taking, one would be so foolish to spurn it. He grabbed it tightly. He keeps her close to his heart always, never letting it go for even a split second.
The dream, never once faded. It never will.
to Geraldine, i know the story may sound as if i'm trying to picture myself as great n all, but i'm not. yup. just know. no matter what, or how long it takes, i'd win back your trust. i really pray that you'd wait. i'm really sorry for everything i've done. yup. no matter what happens, i still know you were one of the best people i've ever known, n i never once regretted know you.
the story goes.....
There was a guy who had a dream. This dream was one that was on the top of the list of dreams to him, one which was most important and precious. Guess what it is? any takers?
This dream was: he wanted to be with the only girl he truly loved forever. perhaps it sounds naive, but that was it. And so he set out to achieve that dream.
He tried to give everything to her. Many promises he made to her. All the love he could generate from his heart, support at the most crucial time when she was down, all the attention that she yearned for and so on. He wanted to know everything she felt, it was much important to him, so that he could perhaps bring up the mood or cheer her up if she was down. He constantly sms-ed her to see if she was alright, called her every night to say good night, so she wouldn't feel alone, which was something she was scared of. If there was a problem, he would try his very best to do something about it. Everything he could possibly do, he tried his best.
However
He tried too much. He pushed too hard. He thought that everything was possible, anything could be solved quickly, which is not true always. He cared and thought for himself only, without even pausing for a moment to perhaps reflect if what he did was correct, whether it could hurt the person he truly loved. And it was this very selfish thought that killed him. He caused hurt, too much hurt to her, he constantly got on her nerves, and ever after several warnings, he still continued. He even flared up! when it was totally his fault. More hurt was caused.
Suddenly, that very night,
the whole world crashed on top of him. He was crushed under it. Only then did he stop to really reflect, to reflect on everything that he had done. He crumpled within himself. He had just killed the person he truly loved. And the reason was? His stupid persistence, arrogant thoughts, his temper. The list goes on. Only then did he even realise. Was this how he loved the girl? Was this the way to show it? Questions fly around his brain like electrons zooming around the nucleus. Slowly, he pieced all of them together. It was him. He had not only stabbed himself but her. Her! The very last person he ever wanted to. What was he to do now? Saying sorry doesn't work always. Now the phrase "actions speaks louder than words" lands in front of him. All he could do now was, really reflect on himself and change for the better, so that he would not only be good to her, but to others also.
That very night, the change started in him. He had to regain her trust all over again. Everything he had to build up from scratch again. Many would have given up, but not him. It spurred him on, it gave him much needed motivation, that she at least gave him a chance, a chance to prove himself worthy again. It was too great of her to even give him a chance, it was something he could only hope for. If the chance was there for the taking, one would be so foolish to spurn it. He grabbed it tightly. He keeps her close to his heart always, never letting it go for even a split second.
The dream, never once faded. It never will.
to Geraldine, i know the story may sound as if i'm trying to picture myself as great n all, but i'm not. yup. just know. no matter what, or how long it takes, i'd win back your trust. i really pray that you'd wait. i'm really sorry for everything i've done. yup. no matter what happens, i still know you were one of the best people i've ever known, n i never once regretted know you.
