"You are so immature!"
--We usually hear people say that.. or perhaps only me..
I usually hear them comment like that to me! haha
I really don't know what being mature is like.
But I think it's when you grow up enough to finally be able to joke about the things that once broke your heart. That would be tough, I guess. Perhaps too, that would be the time when we can talk about that heartbreaking memory without tears in our hearts but pure smiles on our faces.
I know one day, I'd be strong enough to face all these pains in my heart without bitterness left.
I'm not bitter about this though (lol) but it's so hard for me to talk about it to my friends and to those who knows our story without a sting on my throat or without an unguarded tear to fall in my eyes. Every time I talk about it, it's like my heart is being crushed and it gets harder to breathe.
I know one day, I could face him again without hesitation. Honestly, I don't want to see him now. It's not that I am hating him because I don't. Nor I'm scared or I'm shy, there is nothing to be scared of! I don't want to see him yet, not now while I am still fixing myself. I'm quite sure I'd be too weak if I see him now, haha I want the next time I see him, I can face him squarely and fairly and with big smiles too. Like two old friends do.
I guess maturity is also about realizing that you are perfectly happy even without the things you thought you needed the most.
--We usually hear people say that.. or perhaps only me..
I usually hear them comment like that to me! haha
I really don't know what being mature is like.
But I think it's when you grow up enough to finally be able to joke about the things that once broke your heart. That would be tough, I guess. Perhaps too, that would be the time when we can talk about that heartbreaking memory without tears in our hearts but pure smiles on our faces.
I know one day, I'd be strong enough to face all these pains in my heart without bitterness left.
I'm not bitter about this though (lol) but it's so hard for me to talk about it to my friends and to those who knows our story without a sting on my throat or without an unguarded tear to fall in my eyes. Every time I talk about it, it's like my heart is being crushed and it gets harder to breathe.
I know one day, I could face him again without hesitation. Honestly, I don't want to see him now. It's not that I am hating him because I don't. Nor I'm scared or I'm shy, there is nothing to be scared of! I don't want to see him yet, not now while I am still fixing myself. I'm quite sure I'd be too weak if I see him now, haha I want the next time I see him, I can face him squarely and fairly and with big smiles too. Like two old friends do.
I guess maturity is also about realizing that you are perfectly happy even without the things you thought you needed the most.
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