My Valentine Tribute

Quite a couple of months ago, somebody broke my heart. And the funny thing was that somebody did not know about it. Or maybe that person did and was just playing naive so that THAT somebody could have no guilt feelings and take it on himself.

I was a wreck a couple of months back. I was always crying on the bus on the way home alone and would listen to songs 'Someday' by Nina and 'I Miss You' by Aaliyah just to get by. I did not want my friends to know about it since we were living in one house back then in Upper Thomson, Singapore. Well, my friends knew that I have a thing on this person but they did not know how much I got affected and completely blown away by this feeling. That was until I broke down and cried on the terrace at 3am in the morning with the restrained sobs that eventually got heard by a few friends that completely blew up my cover.

I could still remember how everyone was so supportive and caring. How everyone would be quiet and be very sensitive about the whole thing. And thanks to them I recovered.

Recovery was the hardest part of falling in love, especially if it was a heartbreak. I had to be put through a lot of awkward situations and confrontations. And not to mention the struggles and art of avoiding, which I almost perfected along the way. My case was not breaking up with the person. It didn't even start yet for crying out loud. It was not even something that I considered budding lovers. It was more of like 'I-love-you...then...what?Are-you-ahmm...Have-you-eaten?' scenario where no confrontation and confession existed. It was more of like a one-way love. Pathetic, isn't it? What can I say, I joined the club.

Fast forwarded to the next couple of months after, I managed to survive the pains and aches but have completely missed out the tingles and sparks of what they call the power of love. Nevertherless, the incident contributed to so many firsts in my life. First love. First heartbreak. First support from friends. First drama. First confusion. First heartfelt decision. First crying marathon. You name it, it's there.

The feeling is still there I must admit. That little stubborn flame inside me that just won't go off. Time will tell.

Time will tell. But one thing is for sure. I would not fall to any LOVE SHENANIGANS no more! *fingers crossed*