It might have been..

September 15, 2010
For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: “It might have been.”
–John Greenleaf Whittier

Not all love stories last. Some have bad endings. People often say that the hottest love has the coldest end. Sometimes, even the ones who are the most in love are the ones who part ways.

I do not want my love story to end. I want it to go on and on, for as long as the world exists. As impossible as that sounds, I want this to happen. I think that the saddest thing that could happen to someone is not death. It’s the loss of love.

When lovers part ways, the most common question is always, “what if?” What if I did not give up? What if I had been more patient? What if I gave more? What if I had been faithful? What if we were still together? What if we never had to say goodbye?

What might have happened? What might have been? We ask these questions not because we regret what happened. We ask them because we got hurt. When loved more than we thought possible, and we just got hurt in the end.

When we stop asking questions, that’s when we’d know that we are already over someone. We are already over somebody when we stop questioning what happened. The moment the questions stop coming, then the feelings are no longer there. But because getting over someone is never easy, we always have questions.

The bottomline? The only answer to our “what if” questions is just this: It might have been happier….


September 15, 2010
Sometimes, in our relentless efforts to find we love, we fail to recognize and appreciate the people who love us. We miss out on so many beautiful things. Go for the man of deeds and not for the man of words for you will find rewarding happiness not with the man you love but the one who loves you.

The best lovers are the ones capable of loving from a distance far enough to allow the person to grow, but never too far to feel the love deep within your being. To let go of someone doesnt mean you ...

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September 15, 2010
I just wanted to thank you for accepting me for who I am. For loving me, for what is me, and not trying to change even a little bit of myself. I hope and I wish that you will never ever compare me with other girls. I may not be as pretty as they are; I do not have those sweet smiles that they have; I do not comb my hair too much neither put makeup every time I go out. 

If you see me cry, please don't ask why. I just want you to hug me tight and whisper to my ears that "I'm always at your side"...

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Mary Shayne Sanchez I am a certified pinkaholic! I usually spend my time in front of my laptop. I love to read, to blog, and to browse different social networking sites.


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