Everyone is an archive. It keeps record of your past, just another chapter of your history. Little do you know that one day when you thought everything was over, that its left in the past, but it came back hunting you. Normally, its your worst nightmare that you thought its never going to happens in real life. You can’t run away from it. It was you. It was pieces of you.
A close friend recently broke up with her fiance. Reason pretty much reasonable and understandable. (I am not going to elaborate more details here, not only its privacy, but for the love of me to my dearest friend) I was shocked. They have been through a lot, tears and heartbreaks certainly visits. So, why? I don’t dare to ask. Until she revealed. No doubt they love each other. She loves him very much. Perhaps his love isn’t adequate. Its not enough to accept her flaws. At least, this is not happening on the day or day before their wedding day, not after announced husband and wife.
I thought love is acceptance.
Everyone have pasts. Some good, some bad. Regardless, these history made who she/he is today. Of course, we cannot expect everyone to understand, but the least one can do is to respect, and decide to like/love the person according to who she/he is now. It pain me. Is the fragility of love? Or its an individual’s acceptation level? Was love itself strong enough to pull everything together?
It gotten me. I was sunk in my thoughts and flashing past memories of myself and of Roy’s. We had our dark days. It still hunts me every now and then, but I got over it with his promises and love. However, I text Roy [I'm very blessed that you accept me for who I am and still love me even I'm not perfect. I love you x. He later replied [I love to be imperfect with you, and that's what make our love to be perfect. Love.] My heart skipped a beat. Touched with simple things like this.
Yes, I am very blessed.
xoxo


