Love as a War Story

My world's a bit quiet right now.

And I am smiling for no apparent reason.

Is it because I am beginning to believe that there are good guys after all?

They say only time heals old wounds. I was talking with a friend and he made me tell my war stories. I couldn't help but be sad coz I had to recount all those times I was shot dead by love. Isn't it everyone who claims to have been heartbroken says they feel they've died? I've been through too many deaths. That's why I've become cynical, jaded, distant and unbelieving that there are still good guys out there.

But, I am slowly learning that there are good guys. And maybe if there's someone patient enough then I would learn to trust again.

What is your worst war story?

Losing my Sunshine

How could love be so complicated?

My married friends told me that you will just know. How come I've never felt that way? Never felt at ease, comfortable and just plain trusting.

How come guys could be such jerks? Irresponsible? And they always don't seem to know what they want. How come there aren't any guys like my Dad anymore?

Will the real men please stand up?

These are just some of the things that go through my head every single day as a singleton and I'm losing my hope, losing my sunshine.