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Wish you were here at #atlantis #palm #jumeirah #dubai #fronds #villas# view from my series #YesterdayWithoutYou #notiPhone #nofilter (at Palm Jumeirah نخلة جميرا)

the part where you realize you don’t need anyone

all everyone does is cry and be sad and just lament about things that they refuse to change.

i don’t want to run to all that, again.

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parts of browns 

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Parts of me that makes me self-conscious and cry

Parts of me where I grapple to accept

Parts of me where I fail to understand how lucky I am

parts of memories worth keeping

eventually, the only ones that stay, the ones that think of you during their weekends as well, are the ones that are worth keeping, even when all you have to offer to them is your friendship.

parts of notes during sobriety

everyone liked me when I pretended to drink.

parts that make up the littlest of you

how little your heart must be, for you are unable to have the capacity to love someone else’s heart, except for your own.

how little your existence must mean to you, for you are too busy living in someone else’s shadow to cast your own.

parts of your soul that needs reviving

“why do you let them win?”

“let who win?”

“everyone else, except you.”

parts of perspectives

some people believe everything you tell them. it’s not because they’re stupid, it’s just because they trust you and believe in you.

sometimes, when nothing makes sense and everything is overwhelming, it’s nice to know that you have someone who believes in you.

so try not to take them for granted.

and try to believe in them too.

the part where you know it’s gonna be ok

the problem with me is that:

1) i like you
2) i’m still a work in progress

but don’t worry… one day i won’t be a work of progress anymore, and then i won’t have to like you anymore.

the part where you know it’s going to be ok because you’ve learnt to let go

you haven’t read his horoscope in a while.

and you’re still smiling.

the part where you’re happy one minute, until memories take over for hours

i remember when you called me beautiful.

and gorgeous.

and sweetheart.

and your sunshine.

now i’m just a memory.

parts of societal expectations that i will never understand

if both of us like each other, what does it matter that we went too fast or too slow? isn’t it just enough, that in the grand scheme of life often mired with curveballs and uncertainties, that we found each other… and embraced it enough to translate it from a chance happening to a possible reality? there is no shame in living a passionate life, and the sooner you start living it, the more liberated you will feel.

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the part where you realize you’ve got me, myself and I.. and they’re all about living the moment.