Curtain call..he exit on half time

Gently but surely…the calls faded…or maybe it wasn’t there in the first place..

You are beautiful in your own ways. Surely you will find a guy who will appreciate you for who you are.

He said goodbye so poignantly, my heart bleed.

I thought we “click”
I said a prayer: Thank you dear heavens for playing “cupid” and in this lifetime, rejoin us.
I think to myself “SOULMATE”

His only thought was focus on sex (this much I know is TRUE!)
But whether he thought I was delicious enough to savor…remains an unsolved mystery. guess not lar...

I am a hopeless romantic. I am head-strong. I still want to believe I found my soulmate in him.

Friends say: “Aiyah, there is no such thing called soulmate”…just like they tell me: “There is no such thing called dream job”. That is BULLSHIT!

BITCHES, THEY ARE JUST JEALOUS….because I have dreams…they don’t…they have been disappointed….but so have I…but I still believe…

I want to believe in soulmates!

*Mental note: notice I did not say he is my soulmate…does that mean I don’t think he is my soulmate or are my friend’s hopeless ranting about no soulmates really seeping thru my idealism? *

Will we ever know?

Will we ever know whether he is the one or do we settle for second best (simultaneously deluding ourselves into thinking he is the ONE) because one these reasons:-

(1) he is a responsible guy

(2) he has a good upbringing

(3) he seem to LIKE me MORE than I like him….?

No bloody way! What abt the sighing and the swooning or the quicken heartbeat just to hear his voice, utter his name, feel his biceps? What abt hot exciting love making in the heat of the day?

Finale:

Love isn’t a decision. It’s a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simplier, but much less magical.
~ Trey Parker and Matt Stone, South Park, Chef Aid, 1998