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Scattered thoughts on relationships


We all know relationships are hard. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to say that we all have at least a vague idea that real relationships are more than just kisses and walks in the park, or candlelit dinners and holding hands while watching a movie.

Nevertheless, it is not unheard off, that two people who previously thought that their promises would hold suddenly drift apart and discover that all that remains between them are broken pledges, old hurts, and that good old “sorry”. They ask themselves whether they could have done something to prevent it, they ask themselves where along the road did they lose it, they ask themselves what went wrong and who’s to blame. But at this point whether or not these questions are answered is of little consequence—the damage has been done, and the whole house of cards has long since fallen down.

I guess it’s just as simple as saying that people who are always there are also the ones who are the easiest to take for granted. They’re low maintenance, they rarely complain, and they’re as good as gift wrapped goodies delivered right to your doorstep. Before we know it, we’ve stepped into the mentality of “If it ain’t broke, why fix it?” Because as far as we know, everything’s safe, secure, and stable.

I guess this also explains why jerks always get the best treatment from girls—there’s something about the challenge, and the chasing of a seemingly unattainable thing that brings out the best in a girl. Unconditional love and undivided attention, undying devotion, selfless decisions, massive changes in lifestyle, priorities and personality, endless patience—you name it, they give it.

Hay, ang buhay nga naman, oo—take it or leave it talaga.

Comments

Anonymous said…
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Che said…
As I've told you a countless times over: There really IS something weirdly attractive about bad men.

THEN my litany about my unsatisfactory love life will begin again... Hehehe.

Yeah, yeah, we never learn.


- from Girl-who-always-falls-for-jerks
Che said…
"As I've told you a countless times over..."

WRONG GRAMMAR PA, ANO BA YAN!

Dapat pala, "As I've told you a countless time over"

Hahaha!

S'Kidding!
Anonymous said…
ba't nga ba ganun ang buhay, tim? yung mga hindi naman deserving parang laging sinuswerte.

may tag uli ako sayo. sagutin mo na. :D

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