I once fell victim to the idea that love was “complicated”. That it warranted emotional, wrist-cutting, eye-bawling quotes and written posts on the Internet. That it should hurt and that even though the person you claim to love made you cry everyday, you would still stay on anyway because you “love” him.

What stupid thinking.

Love is simple. I love you, I want to make you happy, I want to wipe your tears away when you’re sad, I want to make things right and truly make an effort to make things right when I’ve done wrong, I want to come up to you and hug you from the back, I want to hold your hand when we are walking, I want to look at you while you are not looking and kiss you, I want to remember what you like and what you don’t, I want to patiently work out our differences without screaming or shouting our heads off, I want to tell you that I miss and love you whenever I can, I want to spend most of my time with you and make you feel like a priority, not an option.

I could go on forever. And I thank God that I wouldn’t have known all the above if not for Russ. Nothing makes me happier than to be with him.

Thanks for nothing

Thanks for being rude when you wanted a favour. (Who in the right mind would prioritise being rude when they want help???)
Thanks for thinking you can run your mouth like you’re 5 and think that there’d be no consequence.
Thanks for not being grateful for what I did for you when the same situation happened before. I just thought you’d have grown up to be more independent by now.
Thanks for not even remembering it, actually.

Most of all, thanks for nothing. Because none of this means shit to you. I’ve had enough of being treated this way and being disrespected as and when you like. Done.

I have the cutest boyfriend in the whole world.

Like no other

I’d just read a friend’s blog post on her countdown to NYC and couldn’t help but to feel my heart sink inside. It felt like my heart knew where it wanted to be yet it couldn’t be there. If you follow me on Twitter, you’d know how much I truly enjoyed being in NYC and how much I miss it. I miss it everyday. I went to NYC expecting what most tourists would’ve expected: Times Square, The Empire State Building, Central Park, the Statue of Liberty, Fifth Avenue, SoHo, The Museum of Natural History, and so on. These were just some of the places we visited, but SoHo really did it for me. I will never forget the rush of adrenaline and excitement all at once when I got out of Spring Street Station. I was so overwhelmed by the sights and buildings surrounding me that in that moment, I knew I was sold. I knew New York City had me right there. And in that same moment my love for one of the most populous metropolitan city in the world grew so much more.

New York City is truly a beautiful place. I know I sound obsessed with the city, but I can’t help it.