tell me…

I love you, so much, that it consumes me.

I love you and I know you love me too.

Tell me you love me. That everything we’ve done..all the hurt would have been for something.

Tell me, was there something?

Him: Maybe there was. But it’s not anymore…

First Love

Him: I have to ask you something?

Me: Ok?

Him: Do you still love him?

Me: (awkward silence)

Him: So you do?

Me: He’s my first love. I guess there’ll always be a part of me that does. And it’ll be a part of my past. I mean, don’t you feel that way about your first love?

Him: You are my first love.

Thank you…

All this is not just an end product. This is a symbol of love. And sometimes our fate is to meet certain people who change our lives. People who really make a difference., who make you a better person, who push you to grow.

I’d really like to say thank you to everyone who’s been there for me.

Thank You :-) by Kristybee.

Take the Leap

Best friend: Do you really want to come from this?

Me: What’s that supposed to mean?

Best friend: Banking is killing you Laila. And it’s killing us to watch it killing you. It’s like you want it so bad. But every time the world keeps taking it from you, you keep grabbing it. But it’s just banking. Why do you even want it?

Me: Because I have to be a banker. That’s the plan!

Best friend: Screw the plan. I plan on being the famous artist. You can’t design your life. It doesn’t work that way. You have to live it and it’ll design itself.

Me: So I should just do nothing?

Best friend: No. Listen to what the world is telling you to do and take the leap.


Me: I care about you. But this thing, the emotional thing. It’s just not me. I thought I’d save you the trouble.

Him: Maybe I don’t want to be saved by trouble. Maybe I want the trouble. I haven’t wanted the trouble in a long time but with you, it doesn’t seem so troubling. I don’t know. I thought you felt the same way.

Me: Maybe I do. I don’t know. I’m not exactly the biggest confronter of feelings. I mean clearly, there’s something between us. Maybe my head was saying nip it in the bud. But my heart was saying something else.

Him: Why are you so afraid of giving this a chance?

Me: Because I am scared of how much I might like you.