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Somebody's Me May 2016
TWO
“I’ve come to believe that there are two reasons why people fall in love.”


ONE: They meet their ideal person.
People have standards – expectations. They structure their “dream boy/girl” in their heads; and once they meet someone who fits the bill, they fall in love. Who doesn’t like having their expectations met? They painstakingly wait for that person. And after that person finds their way into their life, they realize, *
“It’s you. How perfect you are”


This is how you fall in love normally.


TWO: They get surprised.
People have “walls” and like having control over themselves; meaning that they are most likely not looking for love – they let it come to them. But one day they meet someone. (Not necessarily for the first time. It could be someone they’ve known for a while and simply didn’t take notice him/her.) Said person does something – anything: sing, smile, make them laugh, a short walk together, etc. – and it hits them. It makes them doubt themselves, question certain things they stand for, making their
“walls” crumble. Then they ask, “Why do I care about you now?” the person might be the *EXACT opposite of who they are – has values conflicting with theirs, follows different conduct and lives by a different system altogether. The person captures their heart in such unusual way: by shattering who they once were, then renewing them. They are taken by surprise by someone out of their expectations. An interesting way to fall: complex and explainable, yet so simple.

“This is how you fall in love beautifully.”


*Which one is yours?
Somebody's Me May 2016
She pushed him away,
He tried to pull her back,

She pushed him again and asked “Why do you love me?”

I love you because you’re weird.
I love you because you’re like a guy.
I love you because you’re not afraid to tell me that I am a **** or how stupid I am.
I love you because you don’t care what other people might say.
I love you because you’re crazy.
I love you because you’re different.
And I love you, simply because YOU are YOU.


She was crying while he’s saying the reasons why he loved her.

“And I hate myself for always making you cry”

She stood there frozen, tears falling on her cheeks.
Then he hugged her, she tried pulling away, but he proved to be stronger.

He then whispered “This is the last time that I’m going to make you cry”
He wiped her tears, kissed her goodbye *“I want you to be happy”
he left because he thought it was the right thing to do. he is indeed a ****.
Somebody's Me Apr 2016
What is Magic?

For some,

Magic could be pulling out a bunny out of a hat.
Or guessing which card is chosen from the whole deck.
Perhaps it is being able to guess what one has in mind.

But for me,

Magical are the days I spend with you.
Magical are the moments we’ve shared.
Magic, is when you say my name and suddenly,
It becomes the most special thing in the world.
Magic happens when you look at me,
As if I’m the most beautiful creature ever existed.
MAGIC happens when I’m with YOU.

Or in an easier,

More common word,

For me,
MAGIC IS YOU!
I wish I can tell this to someone. I made this for a special person but he doesnt know that I like him..

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