Pandora's Hope

I think it's time we lift the lid from Pandora's box, and let go of the tiniest bit of Hope left inside. It deserved its freedom long time ago, just as much as I deserved mine.

scribbles # 23

Nothing prided me more when I spoke of you in front of others, I told them, "my heart beats only for you".

Expecting yours to do the same, I have been bewildered and astounded when you acted so indifferently.

Like how fireworks only passionately blossom for the cool Moon; like how a skipping pebble desperately dancing on the calm water surface; like how a tempered fire caressing a concrete beam to heat things up. Everything I did, turned out to be in vain. And in pain.

For a long time, I didn't understand why I could become so unhappy, in the process of making you happy.
I never understood it. I mean, shouldn't yours beat for me too? Why were you so indifferent?

And then I realised it.

Of course my heart would beat for you, while yours wouldn’t do the same. You are heartless.

scribbles # 22

I remember that one time you asked me, bluntly, if I still love you.

Wanting to hide the truth, I search frantically in my mind, trying to tell you a story instead.

But honey, I ran out of happy endings.

Scribbles #21

I just realised why I love the stars; why I constantly wish upon the stars, that my love for you would be requited.

It's not because stars yield a certain mystical power that would grant my little wish come true.

Nor, it is because I believe that the blue fairy could hear me, and with a flick of a wand, could save me from my misery.

I realised, at last, that the reason I wish upon the stars is because, like you, they are so out of my reach.

They could never be mine.

Well, so shall you.