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March 30, 2008
I can’t tell how long since I last visited my old town. I was a young boy since we moved in the city and I don’t even know how to count that time that makes a reason why I never had the chance to count the years since the last time I was there. After several years, my parents decided to visit our old town again and the old town in my memory is completely different from our that old town now. Roads are wider, the trees before are now gone and buildings are established.
I remember the time when we are still living in there, I used to walk for at least a kilometer just to reach a small store but now, there are lots of grocery store all around. There was a man who called me by name and I didn’t recognized him at first. When he introduced himself, then I recognized him. He was my childhood friend when we were still living there and I’m glad he still recognized me. We visited our other childhood friends in our old town and it is really a great experience knowing that there are people who still loves you even you are not around for several years. And our old town really improved that will make me visit it again more often.
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March 8, 2008
For someone to believe in the existence of something, he wants to see or experience it first. This idea existed long before I did, but at times I doubt it. I am not hesitant to say that I have been in a relationship before but not because of love. I did not personally experience love as most people define it. I may not have seen love through the eyes of someone looking into mine. Nonetheless, I can certainly say that I believe in this four-letter word that conquers all.
Other people pity me that at my age, I have not yet smiled and cried because of love. And I will admit that at times, I stop and think if should I also pity myself because of that? Everybody around me is asking why did I choose to be this way? And when will I allow myself to feel love’s enchanting experience? I do not know what is in me that I opted to block every possibility for love to come my way. Am I afraid to fall? Scared to be hurt? Shy to show how I feel? Irritated to be governed? Petrified to take risks? Or maybe that someone has not yet walked on my path? I really don’t know.
All I am certain of is that I am not lesser of a person, I am not bitter on love and I am not desperate. As I always say and will still say, I believe in love. One way or another. I will come across it and all my questions will be answered. It is not a matter of how many times I had or how early I had it. The important thing is that when love comes my way, it is the love I have not yet seen but I have always believe in.
