Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That us Heaven’s part, our part
To murmur name upon name
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last had come
On limbs that had run wild
Easter,1916 by William B. Yeats
Hahaha I find myself the most bitter of all women lately.
If someone asks me if I am married, I cant help but answer: That’s not uso anymore. People will still break up.
Or worse I end up saying in my thoughts: Mangamatay ra tang tanan ( we will all die anyway).
Haha sometimes, I answer: Most guys like guys too anyway! And they are prettier! Hahaha
It is so funny. I cannot bring myself to be over the moon or kilig. It is gone. I dont know if this is a phase. But, it is gone.
I find enchanment in life… but not in romance. Not just in romance.
romantic life =enchanting life is not really limited to that
It goes beyond that. My life ever since I asked God to take the helm (yes, I have surrendered everything to Him. And it has brought about many results that I have enjoyed and never dreamed of but i thourougly enjoyed it… to the point that I told God, if its not for me… spare me.)
It is not a lack of amore or guys its more of the lack of need of it. And really learning to be resilient on my own.
I guess ive placed boundaries… because I can sense my own resentment.. but, what I wish is that one day.. there will be none of that resentment.. but the silent acceptance of what is.
And it is what it is.
We will all die anyway 😜😜😜