If fate was the reason,
it was right.
If it wasn't right,
then time wasn't right.
I've written this quite some time ago and saved it as a draft. I also deleted what I've jotted before. Why don't I just go straight to the point?
Known him for years. He liked me. And loves me. I liked and loved him. I really love intelligent people because of the knowledge I'm able to absorb from these intellectual people. One problem, I was in a relationship and he knew from day 1.
Friendship between us have been very decent until today even after my relationship status changed to single. He never fails to express his feelings. To build our future. 2 problems, NATO and I don't love him like before. I cannot be with someone who goes MIA from a few weeks to months then suddenly receive a call innthe wee hours from someone who is drunk.
I'm jotting these personal entry to release my curiosity of what type of person he really is. I'm happy that he's happy and thrilled to see me. It made me felt special. We still need our own space and privacy. I don't forbid him to do anything he wants including seeing another woman. Just because he says I fit all the criterias he has set to be his future life partner, doesn't mean he fits all mine.
Women are really complex creatures. The moment he says he can accept and absorb my past and doesn't mind what I did in the past turns me off. My switch is off. Lid of the box is closed and locked with a padlock in a heavy duty vault. Men can say 100 wonderful, touching things, the moment they say 101st wrong thing, thenother 100 things just blazed into flames and go poof.
Yes, we're complicated. Just saying.
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