Still love.

It just suddenly hit me.

Or maybe I was just really felling sappy since yesterday. Or maybe it was just because of the dream I had. More often, we are told that our dream usually is part of our subconscious mind — it shows us the things we don’t want to happen and would like to happen. On my part — it’s the latter.

It’s pretty crazy. I made a declaration to myself that I have no time for love. Which of course is not really a good line to say especially if you’ve read the book: The Secret and you know enough that the Universe works under one law: Law of Attraction. So declaring that line to yourself is like wishing over to a genie and the genie’s answer is always: “Yes, your wish is my command.” — And so love will indeed have no time for you.

But then, maybe the declaration was with no conviction at all. It was just something I’d like myself to believe in. An escape from reality. That’s why I haven’t written anything about it. That’s why I haven’t written something that would reveal my inner most thoughts—inner most feelings. That’s why I’ve only been writing movie reviews for the last couple of weeks.

That’s why I haven’t written anything about you.

Cause I know the moment I will start writing about you (again) would be the day I’d finally accept that yes I still do.

And that yes, I am still not over you.