it's meant to be hard, honey.

i have got used to the fact that my happiness never comes easy. even if it began easily, it would eventually mean lots and lots of hard work and hearts squeezed to exhaustion.

maybe one day you will give it up. for being too tired, having too little time, realising that it is not worth the efforts, or this lady of too much imagination being too troublesome.

i sincerely wish that there is a (handsome) boy out there who is destined to fall in love with me and love me forever. i think he is you now. i once thought he was someone else.

this entry is to remind myself to never stop falling in love.

hard work is not scary. yet a loveless life is.