a friend told me that

it's more important to be honest than to be loved.

i hate how i am not being honest with myself lately. honesty was once so important to me. it was the thing that saved me from heartaches and disappointments. without honesty i am nothing, i can't even be able to live up to my guts.

i want a lot more than what i have, or a bit less; late night slow walks by the beach; holding hands in central; O'McDonald in two languages; witty conversations over drinks; secrets to be told; stories to be heard; butterflies in my stomach. i want my muse, the urge to write love letters and sing to each ballad.

i don't want to lose myself. i used to love me so much.