since mum has a cast on her leg, i might as well drive her landrover out to IKEA later to get myself some storage units. i love IKEA. i always said it’s the one place i’ll always recommend bringing dates to. they’ve creativity, colors, cheap buys and swedish food all under one roof. it’s really a nice place to get to know someone. and soon, the both of you will go there to talk about the future home that you’d share, what kinds of furniture you have to get, what styles, what colors, how big the sofa should be in case the both of you argue and one has to sleep in the living room.
yet unlike all the times i’ve been to IKEA, this time i’m going alone. how did things ended up like this.
on the not-so-dark side, plans were made, plans that make weeks and months of waiting seem menial. but can i, really? i always needed an emotional anchor, always relied on someone, to know that someone’s there to catch me, so that i dare to risk to venture out to become a greater person in life. it’s not about whether you’ll be there when i need you. i simply just need you.
falling in love with a girl that’s not really yours isn’t all that foreign. incidentally, they were showing this afternoon the Jacky Wu’s Super Fun Club episode in which (i commented) Ruby looked like that girl of the past. so i still remember.
maybe it’s more fun if you blog anonymously. but then again, it’s not like i feel better after sharing dark secrets.
sometimes love is like that. it’s not about winning. it’s about surviving, rather than giving up.