Some quotes from The Class. When the girl was talking to the guy about his ex fiance and he had like a box of her clothes all nicely folded to give back to her.

"I get it. That's why you're being so nice to her. You're trying to FOLD YOUR WAY BACK INTO HER LIFE!"

HAHAHAHA damn funny I laughed my ass off at the way she said it.

If there was one thing that shocked me about the way I am with Venessa, is that I am a sucker for affection. I give it freely, and I yearn for it. I was always a words person before, but now I find that hidden part of myself, and realise I am a touch person. I have to be physically close to her, I have to keep her in my line of sight even when talking to someone else, or I feel uncomfortable. I can't go without hugs, without kisses, without smelling her hair, without flicking her nose or poking her in the tummy. And I feel incomplete if I got none of that in return, if she didn't poke my bellybutton or fiddle with my shirt sleeve, or let her fingers flutter at my side when he passes me.

The other day after work, we were on the escalator and I felt her like the first time we'd held hands. I barely even remember the first time I held hands with her but this day felt like a first. When I reach for her hand, it is warm and dry and comforting like a cozy home after running through the rain. But it isn't the familiarity that strikes me, it is the fact that I still feel a jolt of electricity as her fingers comb through mine. I still feel that rush of the feeling I can only describe as 'whoa' when I hold her around her waist, and every inch of contact is felt so clearly like it's the very first time. It is that pride I feel as I look around and wonder if anyone notices that I'm holding the hand of this gift, this masterpiece.

I feel like a rambling, starstruck fanboy. I would like to be more coherent, really I would, but it is too much fun being in love and having hearts in my eyes. I don't want to see things through anyone else's eyes, I don't want to gag at the idea of love roll my eyes at such things, I don't want to ever forget what being crazy about her feels like because then I go back to a world of grayscale.

Was browsing through some blogs and a very very nostalgic song suddenly played on one girl's blog.

Vertical Horizon - Best I Ever Had.

It's been such a long time since the heartache that prompted me to listen to that song and play it over and over back then. Along with every other breakup song. Shu Ting was such a long time ago and for such a short time that I'm still surprised by the effect that she had on me, the aftermath of loving her that still sorta stings today.

When she left me it felt like part of me died. She was my first love, though I had liked other grils before her, she was the first where I felt that it was really something. I knew I'd never get back together with her, I knew she'd never love me the same way, but hell, I wanted her to. I wanted her back so much. And for the next three and a half years, I was numb to all other pain but the grief of losing her. I'd wake up and whisper to myself, I still can't believe we're over. And when I dated Nina, and then Venessa, nothing came close to matching that spark that I had in me for Shu Ting. Nobody, it seemed, could hold a candle to her. Resolve dwindled into despair, and I wondered if I'd ever truly get over her enough to love someone again.

But after that long, silent grieving period of five years, it lifted. And I realised that yes, hearts do heal, somehow. And I finally began to love again, falling in love with someone who was always there, who was never anxious to speed up the grieving process or write it off, who understood how difficult it was to leave memories behind, who never worried that the remnants of my past would make me stop loving her.

To you. It was so long ago, and I just got reminded of you today because of a song - Best I Ever Had. It's a nice song, but the lyrics are empty now because you no longer have a place in my life, and because you certainly aren't the best. I still wonder what it was about you that made me fall in love with you so. You certainly weren't the first person I cared for, but I poured my heart out for you for the first time. But I'm happy now that it wasn't meant to be. Looking back, you weren't the one for me, and would never be. I will always remember you, and how you used to make me feel. But those feelings seem tiny, in comparison to what I've got now. I don't know how you are now, what you're doing, who you're with. But I hope you're happy now. I don't always think you deserve the happiness, but with all the love I used to have for you, I hope you're happy.

To you. The thought of you still leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I really really tried to love you, really tried to push any other feelings aside for you to be the one person in my life. All that I did and tried for you, was nothing to you. Everything I did was wrong. I wonder what it is you really wanted from me. My adoration? Worship? I did not ask of you half of what you demanded of me. I just wanted you to be healthy. Emotionally, mentally and physically. I loved you, I really think I did. But I was so broken still, and still you beat me down again and again till I was so emotionally tired. I wonder what I could've done to make you happy. How perfect I had to be to satisfy you. How much I was supposed to love you for it to be enough to make up for every other relationship that you destroy. It was never enough, and never would've been. I hope someday you realise that while I had my fair share of problems, the true problem didn't just lie with you, it was you.

To you. I'm sorry, I really am, for what I did to you. It hit me about how much pain I could've spared you, and how I really could've been a better boyfriend and human being to you. I did it all wrong, from the beginning to the end, I was living a lie with you because you was never truly mine. I thought I was, but... I don't know. One day I just woke up and realised I didn't love you. Realised I'd been faking everything, all that time. But I didn't know how to let you down. I lied and led you on for so long, thinking I was doing you a favour when really I was just killing you slowly. I'm so sorry, for all that I did, and for detaching myself so much that eventually I couldn't even empathise with your pain, by the time I left. I was your first love, and I pray that you find someone much better than me who loves you the way I never could.

And finally, to you. I guess this is it. This is where the road was supposed to take me. Here's where the song of my life changes. With you I feel safe, with you I can see how blind I've been before. And can safely say I've never loved anyone the way I love you. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much.

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there, you understand
It's all part of a grander plan, that is coming true

Every long lost dream pointed to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you.

Someone asked me yesterday how I know when someone's love for me is fading. It's one of those questions you hate thinking about because then you start wondering if that's what's going on in your own relationship.

At the end of the day though, I generally think people have their own way of showing love, which sorta evolves throughout a relationship. A person may not say the sickeningly sweet things they used to say when you first started dating, but you know the person loves you by the other things they do for you, like calling you on the way to your place to see if you want any food they could pick up on the way, or praying for you every day, stuff like that. And so often these things are stuff you don't really notice, because the kind of love actions that come with time usually are subtle, yet they mean more than sweet words ever could.

When a relationship begins, the person is trying to impress you, plus you're someone new and exciting, so naturally they will have the energy to sit with you throughout your six hour pedicure, or show up at your house uninvited with wine and roses. But like many things, these are planned gestures, or the kind of thing which usually takes some sitting down and going, "What will I do for him/her today?" And when things eventually get stable and stuff you don't spend every waking moment trying to do things out of love, you just... do them. And it may not be as showy as the stuff you do at first, but it's still acts of love and care. But of course once in awhile you'll do something special, when there's an occasion or whatever. But people who expect the same kind of hopelessly romantic actions throughout a relationship have a pretty one-tracked idea of love, in my opinion.

And it was one thing that my ex just couldn't grasp. Her idea of love meant showering me with gifts, giving me every single thing I wanted, liking everything I liked. In turn, I had to appreciate everything she enjoyed, from basketball, 'N' Roses to clubbing, and if we were together we had to do the same thing. I couldn't be playing the computer while she watched tv, I had to watch it with her. I couldn't disagree on what music we liked, I had to like what she liked or I was just a plain bimbo or being stubborn and rebellious. I couldn't hang out with friends if she was free to hang out with me, and I couldn't tell her not to drink or smoke because that meant I was trying to change her or make her miserable and not respecting her 'needs'.

When someone doesn't want you to drink or smoke, is it because they hate you or because they care? Some people just don't get that people try to make you stop something because they love you, not cause they're out to get you. Some people don't get that their way of showing love doesn't mirror everyone else's. :\

I made the mistake of talking to my ex, though helpful in what I asked her, she's kind of a pushy businesswoman. Aha.

Some things don't change, apparently.

It's been quite awhile since I began this blog, and it's my best blog so far. Honestly, it's nice to have strangers and friends alike who tell me it's a pleasure reading my blog, or that my posts feel 'real'.

At times I feel that this blog was the only way I could express myself. I don't talk much in real life and when problems crop up, I find it very difficult to ask someone for help directly, or go to even my darling(s) directly and tell her, "Hey this is bothering me." It was always easier to just write it down and whoever read it whenever they were free and then talk to me about it again when they wanted to. I don't do well talking face to face when conversation interruptions spoil my momentum because it leaves me speechless and I don't get to say all that I think and feel.

It was also a way for me to seek different opinions, and honestly a lot of the advice and feedback I received was really invaluable. This was advice I would never have dared to ask for, simply because it just isn't easy to ask. As I've mentioned before, I'm not the type to call someone up to chat about problems unless it's really dire.

In some ways this blog has kept me sane. Knowing I'm reaching someone with what I write, knowing I wasn't screaming at some wall or writing in a diary that nobody would ever read gave me some measure of comfort, because I knew I wasn't alone.

But as always, good things will come to an end. Currently I'm debating with myself to shut down this blog. After some things that have been said, I wondered if maybe I should learn to talk about it rather than write it. I don't know. I still haven't figured it out totally, and I wonder how on earth to survive without this avenue of expression that I've created for myself.

If I do close it down, it'll be within the week.

Whatever happens, y'all have been great readers. It's always nice to receive insightful comments, to know that someone cares enough to say something. It always has been great to have people tell me that they're touched by something I wrote. It did matter to me, and it still does. It's just that some things matter more than how I feel. Thanks for everything.

-takes a bow-