Coffee Love

太浓了吧
否则怎会苦的说不出话
每次都一个人在自问自答
我们的爱到底还在吗

已经淡了吧
多放些糖也很难有变化
不如喝完这杯就各自回家
别坐在对面欣赏我的挣扎

一场失败的爱情像个笑话
热的时候心乱如麻
冷了以後看见自己够傻
人怎麽会如此容易无法自拔

一场无味的爱情像个谎话
甜的时後只相信它
苦了以後每一句都可怕
人怎麽会如此难以了无牵挂

A failed and dead love relationship is akin to drinking coffee when you are seriously sleep deprived: Useless. 


At times when I listen to sappy love song, I can't help to allow old memories to flood my mind and I began to ponder about how glad I am that I moved on and walked away from all the torturous, emotional roller coaster ride that I put myself through before.

It was painful to be the only one struggling to make my previous relationship/marriage work out the way I had always hoped for it to be, as a teen to young adult. It seems like I was the only one who is sacrificing my pride and humbling myself to a guy who didn't seem to appreciate my efforts to work out the sinking marriage. Instead, he tried to sink it further to the stage where I decided that it was not salvageable and decided to allow to end with a divorce.

My current life may not be perfect but I am happy. I am contented to my life now, mundane yet fulfilling. I am old enough to stop seeking the 轰轰烈烈 kind of life, I rather live my life in stability, peacefulness and serenity. I have a understanding fiance, who is mature enough to handle my emotions and temper. I have a career with a not-too-bad pay. I have a parents who has practically left me alone to fight for my own dreams, which is good as I hate people breathing down my neck and telling me how to lead my life. 

No one is perfect. Nothing is perfect. It is how you choose to view imperfections that makes perfection.