So, I finally met him....

She's this girl-woman who's always telling me that she will never find someone
after her own heart again.
She's always telling me that the person she's ever truly fallen for is this guy whom she met in Poly.
She's always so strong and independent,
despising pple, men especially if they are not as hard as her.

When I saw the both of them last night,
I was touched.

Funnily, I felt on the verge of tears.

I felt....
genuinely happy for her,
but somehow,
it's tainted with something tt I can't identify.

They feel right,
but there's just this nagging feeling
that bothers me.

It feels like,
when one is in the eye of a tornado.
Everything is peaceful and calm,
but there's just this premonition that somewhere on the horizon,
something stronger is brewing.

It's complicated with pple whose definition of love is much more complex
than the average ones that u are familiar with.

He's a divorcee
and she doesn't believe in marriage.

I guess u cld call them a match-made in heaven.

Personally,
I call it a tragically match-made in heaven.

I'm someone who believes in love and marriage.
I'm traditional.
Or, in their words

"You watch too much Korean dramas"

Put it anyway u like.

U cld call me naive
u can call me idealistic

Or,
u can laugh in my face

like what they did when I told them that
I was bothered when I saw pple who are attached (not to each other)
rubbing against each other when clubbing.

I wasn't lying when I said that I haven't liked anyone in a long long time.
I wasn't lying when I said that the guys in sch turns me off.
I wasn't lying when I said that I feel like everyone in sch's not being honest.

Call me starry-eyed, but
I believe in happily-ever-after.

Just like I prefer to take a long bus ride instead of hoppin onto the convenience of MRT.
Just like I prefer the library to the clubs.

I am starry-eyed.

And this starry-eyed girl was thinking,
as she sat alone in the long ride home last night,

What cld've happened if this fren of hers cld've met him earlier,
and he, her.

Cld things haf been different?

As much as this fren says she never wants to be tied down in marriage,
she finds it hard to believe that for someone whose face lights up then she sees kids,
to not want a family of her own to
love and to care for.

I've always wished,
that her someone special
is someone who can put the sparkle back in her eyes
and make her see the world as a happier,
friendlier place.

Notice the blue sky,
greenery and flowers
instead of the cigarette buds on the floor.

I felt like by being together with him,
she's cheating herself out of something she truly deserves.

Maybe that's the something that puts the sadness in the whole situation.

She's happy,
and I guess that's all that matters.

They think that my mentality is such,
because of youth.

Maybe one day,
10 years later,
I'll adopt their thinking.

I just might prefer the speed and comfort of the MRT to the bus.

Maybe 10 yrs down the road,
u'll catch me kissing a married man.

I just might prefer the convenience of having my own car to
accomodating the locations and operating hours of the MRT.

Maybe when I'm tired of living life by the rules,
I just might decide to just throw my morals and idealism away.

But for now,
I still like my public bus.

She's happy,
I'm happy for her.

And that's all that matters.