Monokuro Boo

You speak as if I'm a paper doll. You define my facade with the point of your pen. You clothe me with such chromatic thoughts. You fold me to whatever form you prefer. And then you smile, to see such physique you have beautifully crafted with your words, with your thoughts.

And you see a curl from my lips, seemingly forming a smile. Yet, it is not what you perceive. I am not smiling back at you.

Perhaps, the day will come that I shall, when you perceive is other than my physique. When you have conceived that I am a soul, not just a PRETTY PAPER DOLL.

--Lynn Nhuk


Sunday, July 17, 2011

FIRST LOVE


I was only 17 when I fell in love. It was the most valuable times in my past. He was my FIRST LOVE. For many of us, getting over your first love can appear to be unimaginable. It's difficult to imagine that we can ever find happiness again, or that we will ever meet someone who gets us the same way as our true love did. But You need to accept the fact that this relationship is over, and ironically, getting over your first love is unbelievably difficult to do. You believed that the two of you would be partners for life, and it is hard to imagine that it could really be over.

You must face the fact that it is finished and cut off all communication with your beloved.  Then, the hardest step in the process is to allow yourself some free space. At this stage you may not believe it, but some day the hurting will fade and only be a memory, and then you will be ready to love again. You must give yourself plenty of time to get over your past love and heal your broken heart. Don't let others tell you when you should be over it, you will know when you are ready to date again.

He was everything to me. It's been three years and still, I'm deeply in love with him. I LOVE HIM so much... Since the day we've met, he has always been a shadow in my life. He pursues me. Everyday he pursues me. He was always there for me whenever I needed him and if I was upset or in pain he was there to comfort me. I wish he's still mine, I wish I could fix everything.

He didn't have a handsome face, or good figure, nor an outstanding charm. He was just an ordinary man. I love him. I love him a lot. Maybe I was so dependent on him that is why I can't forget him. I know it's no longer me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make him like me again. I will never give up. If I decide, I want him to be mine. I will definitely use all means to win him, over. But if time will come, and I can no longer have him. I'll promise myself I will stop loving him, even though it'll be hard.