Trust. Honesty.

People always say

"FIRST LOVE, DIE HARD"

Well to me,

"FIRST LOVE, NEVER DIES"

NEVER DIES

NEVER DIES

NEVER DIES..

WHY?

The question lingers without a solid answer.

Many times, I often tell myself

"MOVE ON. CHAPTER CLOSES. BOOK SAYS THE END"

But often, I look back and well, sometimes, I still shed some tears. LOL!

As silly as it sounds, I feel like a fool still crying over an old and unworthy love.

Then I often find myself asking why do I still linger the old love?

Answers is that, because of the time, effort, feelings and tears I've spent throughout the relationship.

I remember telling myself that even if I have to take the bullet or grenade on behalf of him, I would.

I realized that I have loved too much. Too much that I lose myself in the midst of loving him.

That was how much I loved him that has resulted in me FORGETTING to love myself.

Girls, yes, love can be addictive and powerful.

But don't be a fool in love where you tend to love so much and lose yourself in the midst of everything.

Feelings will last, just for a brief moment.

TRUST. HONESTY.

Is what most important in a relationship.

No, I'm not a relationship/love guru.

But I definitely am I who have been hurt so badly

without

TRUST. HONESTY.

Love yourself. You will tend to love more <3

Beautiful and I

Beautiful. Girls.

Two words that are impossible to be separated. Many of us girls, we would do anything to look beautiful. Some say "There are no ugly girls. Just lazy girls"

It's true.

How far can you define the word "Beautiful"? Here are some examples:

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of each of your arms.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.