i was inspired by a certain blog that i read several days ago.
she wrote about one of the hardest times of her life, which coincidentally matched with mine (well, one of them).
it was a couple months ago, and i was stuck in a weird situation where i couldnt move anywhere without stepping on someone’s toes. in the end, i ended up stepping on her toes, actually i was not only stepping on her toes, but i was digging my heels in deep with a really sharp-heeled stilletto to be more exact.
so, time went by and i still kept silent, when i really wanted to tell her the whole situation, because it was all really really complicated. i never really got to actually apologize, which now i really regret not doing. maybe everybody was at fault, but me especially because now that i look at it, i wasn’t really stuck in that situation, i chose to be in it, and i guess i figured out too late that that was a really f****d up situation. in the end, both of our toes got stepped on, but it doesn’t matter now anymore. thank GOD that’s over and now everyone can go back to the way things were. well, not quite but i think its as normal as its ever gonna get considering what happened between the four of us.
sometimes when i look back on it, i regret that i ever had to pick that path, however i would not be with who i know today, if i had not gone thru it. i wud also not now that now being adventurous when it comes to matters of the heart is a very very dangerous thing to do. girls like to be protected and pampered, and now its second nature for me to seek that in a relationship rather than anything else, as modern and uber-chick as it might seem.
so, next time if someone stabs u in the heart, u shud just accept it and move on cuz u never know the next person u meet might be ur Prince Charming, holding a goddamn bandage for that bleeding heart.