The Diary of a Late Bloomer (53)

Rethinking marriage

I’m not to that extreme point of being so cynical about marriage; just happen to find the quote somewhat funny. Well, it is contrary to Jane Austane opening line in her novel “Pride and Prejudice”, it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of good fortune, must be in want of a wife (Obviously, it is from the man’s side, in the book that I’m currently reading, a man tends to marrying down while a woman tends to marrying up; for the sake of climbing the social ladder. But still it can’t be used to generalize the whole notion of marriage). I have to say, I’m rethinking the notion of marriage now, even to have children but to adopt them. For the reasons, I have some. It is after reading this book, now that I feel somewhat enlightened (it doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t want to get married, I do, only not on top of my bucket lists). Well, maybe someday I will ready to write about this in detail, if not just keep it for me. But for now on, I’m still scrutinizing this new light.


The Diary of a Late Bloomer (43)

I know plenty of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like I do
She doesn’t lose faith yet of the existence of long seek another half, whether it will lead her to the destined one, it is of little important to her, because the tought of bumping into him more than enough she could ever ask. She keeps in store the story of her future romance to bloom in the right time. When time finally allows her to craft another chapter with him, it will be the time she has done with herself and he with himself. It is to be answered by the passing time, to be revealed in yet another page. She is aware of in no position to beg for difference, to know forth who is to hold her hand in the coming days, but she begs him to be a person of the same values. She wants to wander her wonder still, she feels like fasting the time forward, she feels lonely sometimes, solitary no longer serves her satisfaction like it used to, she is afraid of playing act strong, but she keeps on going at last. With the hope holds still in her heart, she falls in love with the mental projection of her future lover. If it leads her to no one, much as it does matter, the least she could do is loving herself. I know I’m love. I’m always in love.

The Diary of a Late Bloomer (32)

I can take your hands
And you can take my heart

And you keep it, save it


Does your heart want what it wants all the same?

She left the soul only to be cherished. She traced back in a flash, it always brought her two cheeks crimson blush. “If I am to define why he causes a lasting tremor in my stomach, this line from the Great Grastby perfectly portrays him,’If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.’ Not to that extreme extent, like any souls in a game of love, exaggerating is par for the course.” She knew what drew him in, the better acquaintance she was, the more she was assured. For the heart gave justifiable reasons, the many reapraisal only to make a confirmation bias, but she let her heart made compromise with the brain, for what it really wanted. “When everyone is looking for, I think I have found it all in you.”