"I think the world may just surprise you yet. I mean, you fall in love and it doesn’t work out, and you think that it’ll never happen again, but it does. Believe me, it does. In the strangest of places"
— Pacey Witter (via romanticblossom)
"I want to sequester this one part of me from everyone else. I want the act to be a secret, even if the words can only hold themselves secret for so long."
But no matter how hard I try, I still can’t write in my journal when you’re in the room. It’s not even that I’m writing about you (although often I am). I just need to know that nobody’s reading over my shoulder, about to ask me what I’m writing. I want to sequester this one part of me from everyone else. I want the act to be a secret, even if the words can only hold themselves secret for so long.
"Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn’t you, when I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren’t yours. It’s not as if I can conjure you up completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead."
Holding on made it hurt more.
They said when things go wrong for the both of you, then you should learn how to compromise. I was willing to compromise just to save whatever it is left of us. I was willing to risk the only cards I had. It was an ordeal I was willing to go through just because I was not yet ready to see you go. I sulked in every ounce of pride I had left. I held on to every possible chance to keep you. All that I accepted because I was never ready to see you go.
But holding on made it hurt more.
For the benefit of the doubt, I tried. We all know I tried~ too much even that I forgot that maybe we didn’t need to compromise, we needed an ultimatum. You needed that. Because clearly your heart’s no longer here. Perhaps the absence does not make the heart grow fonder, it makes the heart forget. And I’d rather see myself go and forget, than feel the sting of a love that leads to nowhere.
Letting go hurts, but holding on hurts more. And I’m sorry if I’m not strong enough to hold on for the both of us. But I’ve done my part. Now, it’s another chapter for me.
"You musn’t give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they’re strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky."
— Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
This is not a movie review, I promise.
I guess what the writer behind the movie Ruby Sparks wanted to point out was how people are fed by this idealistic illusion of love. We create this picture of the perfect boyfriend or girlfriend, well in fact we’re just humans with a whole bunch of imperfections. Calvin created the Ruby- the perfect girl. He wrote her and brought her to life. If he didn’t want something about her, she would write again and alter her being. He created something like “him”. Something that could work perfectly with him. It was like he channeled himself into another person. Ruby. People in relationships can act like that. They tend to forget that a relationship is composed of two people with different personalities and attitude. Some may start monopolizing the relationship. They push for what they want and try to change the people they care for with the mindset that, if their partners become more of the person they imagine they could be, then their relationship would be better. But it won’t. Because the moment you try to control someone, you lose them. You lose their identities, including the one you’ve fallen in love with in the first place. You can’t change them so that they could suit your preferences. They have their own life. The beauty in a relationship does not lie in the similarities you have. Sometimes it’s the differences that holds you two together.
There is no perfect girlfriend/boyfriend nor a perfect relationship. Only perfect love. You don’t love a person because they fit perfectly with your preferences. You love them because that’s how you feel about them. Sometimes love doesn’t need words to describe it. It just is.