satu lagi cerita-ceriti karut

there's so many like it, you know. we thought it was different, but they all are just the same.i thought i've been through worst with one, but then i go through another one which is far worse than that so-called worst.we had ours and some will have theirs.

the stories of break ups and broken hearts.

i was browsing through my word files of things i wrote during free times but havent had the good timing to post them on my blog, and i found several posts relevant enough for today so that's why i posted three posts today.at least two of them are complete.

here's one that i think is relevant but it was not quite finished.i dont want to continue writing it now coz i will have different mood today than the mood i was in when it was actually first written which is around late October last year. time...hm..

anyway, just something to share. hope everyone who stops by can learn something or anything from this.

Writing is never an easy thing to do. I can take my memories and experience and describe it in my mind and say it through my lips to you. I can steal the words from a book, a song or from you. But at the end of the day, I still cant write you the things that I think I wanted to tell you. Simply because writing is never an easy thing to do or perhaps because I never really understand what I really should or want to tell you.
Things are not easier now that you’re gone. I can say I can survive this. I can laugh my days through and cry my nights when the town becomes silent. I can bury the memories deep down my own skin. I can scream my lungs out every time I find myself unable to contain the yearning. But at the end of the day I still want you—which is never an easy thing to do. Simply because wanting you is hard and it has become harder now that you’re gone.
There just have to be a reason why He sent you to me. There just have to be a reason why He put me in your way or you in my way. And yes I do believe that the heart of life is good. So, the reasons must have been good reasons. No matter how awful the heartache is, I should understand that there must be a good reason for all of this to happen. I must understand there are some good things to take from this and learn from it. I just h

well that's about it...

that time, i was searching for reasons. i was calming myself down. but i could not continue writing it. i was heartbroken and i was confused and i was lost and i was alone. and i know many of us have gone through this, but i hope by sharing this i could give another view of just another story.