Hang Ups

Still have Hang ups with the Netflix's Series "The One"...

So I figured  out... why not another post.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the person who takes your breath away?

…but rather, it’s the person who helps you breathe easier when times get rough.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the person you stay up all night thinking about?

…but rather, it’s the person who helps you to sleep easier knowing that they are in your life.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the person who completes you?

…but rather, it’s the person who makes you feel whole and able to be who you are when you’re by yourself.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the person who sweeps you off your feet?

…but rather, it’s the person who helps you to stay grounded, focused and determined to do the things you set out to do.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the person who totally understands you and knows everything about you?

…but rather, it’s the person who sees things that you don’t and spends the time to try to get to know more of you.

What if “the one” isn’t supposed to be the one who brings out the best in you?

…but rather, it’s the person who helps you to discover the things about yourself that you need to change.

What if “the one” isn’t the person who gives you butterflies, or makes you feel all tingly on the inside?

…but rather, it’s the person who gives you comfort when you need it and makes you feel safe on the outside.

What if “the one” isn’t the person you’ve been waiting for all your life?

…but rather, it’s the person that’s been waiting for YOU all your life.

I won't trade my coffee

For your tea and sympathy.

I Played my hearts lament like an unrehearsed symphony

Rusty Pick-up Truck

You can always pick me up wherever you left me.

Even after a thousand years.

I have this habit of repeating the same (one) song over and over on my playlist that could go on for days and sometimes weeks and months... And never really gets tired of hearing the same song every day.

For most, it is weird.

For me, its... Loyalty 🤪

Our Story

I never wanted to collect memories and then lose the story.

There is a reason why our fate is designed to be unknown. A reason why our destiny are not revealed from the start. The reason why we can't figure out exactly the one whom we are matched.

...because it will lose the sense of magic.

Imagine if there's really that technology that could match our DNAs with our "The One", with our destiny. Then we will no longer look for others because we finally found our match. And we're sure of it. Our DNAs say so.

But what would become of our love stories?

They will all be the same.

The same stories that we found our match because our DNAs said so.

We cannot tell stories anymore because we don't own one.

We create lots of memories with our "The One" but loses the magic of falling in love. Of loving even though you're not sure if he loves you back, but you still punch the moon, jump on the edge, because you are sure that you're in love. We can no longer be brave to love because there'll be no more bets and leaps of faith.

It loses all the magic and the senses of love.

Love is fearless, it is brave, because even in the midst of not knowing and uncertainty, we choose to love and get hurt. Isn't that brave?

Love is faith, that even if you miss all the chances, you still go back to where that single chance came, hoping it will come again. Isn't that faithful?

Love is a story, different from everyone. We get our own fairy tales, we get our own forevers. We get that magic only us could ever known. A story only us could ever tell because it belongs to us. Isn't that magic?

And if one day we lose all our memories. Our story gets told. To others are just words, but to us it is a poetry.

So I never wanted to collect memories just to lose our story.

Stay

Stay with me 

Counting red cars

Until they all turn grey.

Stay with me

Counting stars

Until the sun finally rises.

Stay with me

Making memories

Until all of it becomes a story.

Stay with me

Until all wounds and bruises

Become scars of strength.

Stay with me

Until we're old and grey

And wrinkles appear on your beautiful face.

Solitude is a choice to be alone, to bask in the ideas and space we can create to think, reflect and enjoy the quiet. 

- B. Kramer

The Waiting Boy

Been listening to Semisonic's albums last night and their song "Gone to the Movies" inspired me to draw this. 👇

It's such a sad yet powerful song and contagious as well.

I've always thought they are more than just the old school "Closing Time" band. 🎧😁

Footnotes:

The title of the drawing is called " The Waiting Boy" taken from the lyrics of the song "Gone to the Movies".