The Rain Stops In Paris…

The rain stops in Paris, as I walk through rue Montcalm, heading home. Feeling the chilly morning air while I opened the window of my small apartment.

The rain stops in Paris, as I smells the fresh baguette that was being display by the boulangere. The crispy bready sounds as I cut through it for breakfast.

The rain stops in Paris, as I stand in awe in front of  the Les Nympheas. Silently admiring the brush stroke of the artwork among the sea of people passing by.

The rain stops in Paris, as I stroll around the Seine River, admiring the calm river, and enjoying the laid back life I have in Paris.

The rain stops in Paris, as I take the metro to get to the heart of the city. Reading my books as I waited to arrive at my stop.

The rain stops in Paris, as I climb up the Eiffel Tower. The view from all the way from 324 metres up there leave me breathless and definitely makes me feel small, in a good way.

The rain stops in Paris, as I take a sip of the famous Angelina’s hot chocolate. Never have I ever feel so guilty and sinful drinking something so delicious in my life.

The rain stops in Paris, as I take my camera out, taking pictures circling around the Latin Quartier. Chanced upon a small vintage cute bookshop and get to sip a cup of coffee while observing the tourist and people visiting Notre Dame.

The rain stops in Paris, and the heartbreak too. My broken heart slowly starts to heal, and I found myself loving my life again.

The rain stops in Paris, and I am once again…

Simply, comfortably in love…

—- t.b.h.g


It’s been 6 months from Paris, and I still can’t get over the fact that my Paris trip is over. All that I want and all that I can keep thinking about is that I need to go back there asap, and have another 3 months long trip to the City of Lights.

This piece is written for me, to celebrate my healing phase, which prove to be very helpful and long lasting. I’ve never been in love with myself like now since a few years ago.

After a long time beating up myself for the past I have, I’ve never feel as good as now. It feels kind of like ‘the rain stops in Paris’ 🙂

And once again folks, I’m

Simply, comfortably in love…

The Blue Hair Girl

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“This morning she woke up and she chose the black boots she kept in the closet for a long time, and picked the black tops and the black bomber jacket she bought a year ago. She picked all the things she did not dare to wear a year ago.

And when she speak, she did not lose her honesty this time round. Her witty words rang with truth, and at exactly this moment, she couldn’t care less about the people surrounding her, nor does she care about the fragile heart who couldn’t handle the truth in her words. For she knows that hiding the truth is going to take a toll on her soul, and she’s been careless with her own self, with her own heart all these years.

And, you will know from that instance, that she’s not going to have your ‘sweet talk of nothing more than a bullshit’ meant more than what it is, that she will only see your actions not your words. And, oh boy, she does not mess around this time, one shady thing from you, she will be out of the door, not going to turn around, nor does she will be hoping  that you will go after her.

She has decided that herself is the important one right now, that her goals shouldn’t be put aside just to make others happy. She has decided to stay true to herself, decided she’s not going to only exist, for this moment, she’s going to live…”

— a becoming reality…

—- t.b.h.g

To The One Who Got Away…

Dear You,

To the one who thought oblivion will bring me peace of mind. The one who decided to leave me and decide for me that he, himself is not enough for me. To the one who thought that I’m not in for the long run. The one who decided that he love me, but not enough to fight this with me.

The one that presence will be known the moment you get close to me. The body scent so familiarised to me, I could know it’s you from miles away, still true to today. The moment you kissed me, I know that you are not as heartless as you said you were. And for that we need to live in our own happy ending for this life.

So I wish that the next life we are destined to meet each other, we will not need to make excuses to meet each other. Not need to hide our feelings. The next life we meet, we will get the same happy ending we want this life. We will not need to be wary about our love.

I pray that in the next life, our meetings will be long and the goodbyes will be temporary. That we are entitled to a dear names, so we will be able to greet each other when we bump into each other.

I pray that in the next life, we will meet each other at the crossroads, and instantly know in that moment, that we have found each other again.

 

Yours Sincerely…

Who are still simply, comfortably in love with you…

 

—- t.b.h.g

 

A Fearless Year…

A Fearless Year…

2017…

The year I decided enough is enough, and the year I decided to go on adventures alone to a stranger land far away.

The year I decided to go all across the globe to meet the one, and yet another heartbreak happened.

The year I finally decided that my heart really needs a break, and finally found myself again in the midst of ancient Paris, lost and wandering yet I found myself again.

The year where I decided to stay quiet no more when it is time to speak up, and many people think I’ve changed when in truth I just stopped being quiet about the things that matter to me.

The year I get to finally see how fearless I’ve become.

The year I found back my self-love, attempt self-healing, and reach another milestone on my self-actualization.

The year I finally let go and fulfill half of my bucket list, and add a few to my list.

People always do a new year resolutions, but let’s face it, only a few really actually act on their new year resolutions, so here I am not to say anything about 2018 but to just keep going, to keep upgrading myself in the minutes, in the hours, and in the days to come. To keep being fearless, and to keep aiming high on my goals. To stay in love with myself and to stay in love with life.

2018 will be a year of hecticness with a few important weddings while deciding on a very big decisions I have to made, and I’ll keep going on while

simply, comfortably in love…

 

The Blue Hair Girl

 

 

Look, how peaceful is he sleeping next to you.

The steady calm breath that makes you feel secure. The thin lips that will kiss you the moment he wakes up. You traced the lining of his jaw while he’s fast asleep, comfortable beside you. Sighing at your touch while still asleep, the both of you are so comfortable being naked next to each other feels so natural and freeing.

The flawed skin from hours and hours working under the sun, walking to and from work everyday. All the evidence of him aging while loving you wholeheartedly, and you don’t mind the thin lines appearing on his face just like he doesn’t mind the curves of your stomach and hips. To be honest, you actually love those lines.


And then, he opened his eyes slowly, smiling sleepily towards me.

“Bonjour, mon amour! What are you up to now?” he murmured sleepily…

“Memorizing every lines on your face.” I replied smiling…

“What for?” he asked again with a thick French accent, confused…

“For as the more lines appear in your face, I will love you more and more. Je suis fou de toi…”

—- t.b.h.g

A Hundred “I Miss You”s

A Hundred “I Miss You”s

I told the sky that “I miss you”, and the sky went gloomy with me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the wind that “I miss you”, and the wind went cold with me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the earth that “I miss you”, and the earth turned dry with me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the birds that “I miss you”, and the birds sang a sad song for me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the leafs that “I miss you”, and the leaves turned red to distract me with it’s beauty…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the rain that “I miss you”, and the rain fell harder to cry with me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the sea that “I miss you”, and the waves dies down in silence for me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the mountains that “I miss you”, and they console me with their stillness…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the cup of coffee that “I miss you”, and it kept me awake during those days I miss you too much I don’t want to get out of bed…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the walls that “I miss you”, and they bear witness my loneliness…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the books that “I miss you”, and they did their best to entertain me with the stories written in them…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the pen that”I miss you”, and the pen told me to write my words…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the empty pages of my diary that “I miss you”, and they stay still as I wrote my misery…

I miss you… I miss you…

Every single particle on my body screams it…

I miss you… I miss you…

Every single fibre of my being exudes it…

I miss you… I miss you…

A hundred “I miss you”s have been said every single day since I know you…

I told everyone I miss you… and they told me to tell you…

I told everything I miss you… and they echoed my words to me…

I miss you… I miss you… I miss you…

I told the sun that “I miss you”, and the sun shine brightly to cheer me up…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the moon that “I miss you”, and the moon dimmed his light to let me sleep and dream of you…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the dog that “I miss you”, and he whimper to agree with me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the goldfish that “I miss you”, and she stares back at me who are staring mindlessly thinking of you…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the cat that “I miss you”, and the fat furball purr lazily to answer me…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the flowers that “I miss you”, and they wilted as they misses you too…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the water in my glass that “I miss you”, and the surface stayed calm as I circled my fingers on the brim of the glass…

I miss you… I miss you…

and my eyes watered a little when I said to myself that “I miss you” for the hundredth times as another day went by…

I miss you… I miss you… I miss you…

I told the pillow that “I miss you”, and it told me to sleep so you’ll appear in my dream…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the blanket that “I miss you”, and it kept me warm as I met you in my dreams…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told a stranger that “I miss you”, and he smiled and told me to be missed by a girl like me is a blessing, but sadly you don’t realised that or rather you don’t know yet…

and I miss you… I miss you…

I told the bartender that “I miss you”, and he shook his head as I gulped down my drink in sorrow…

I miss you… I miss you…

I told the clock that “I miss you”, and the time goes by in silence…

I miss you… I miss you…

and as I stared at our pictures at night, I keep repeating to myself that “I miss you”

I miss you… I miss you…

and my best friend told me that I sleep-talked, and the only thing that I said is that “I miss you”…

and I miss you… I miss you…

As I took another breath, I miss you…

As I cleared out all my thoughts, I miss you…

As I closed my eyes, I miss you…

And for the umpteenth times, I miss you… I miss you…

—- t.b.h.g


Challenging myself to pass the time for the countless times, while missing someone that is so far away from me. Someone who is in a different timezone, different continent. There’s a hundred “I Miss You” in this post, hopefully these “I Miss You” reach my tall french man who is seven thousands miles away from me.

Hopefully my words relate to those who are in the same positions as me, hopefully these words written can make the one you are missing realised that you are missing them and hopefully, I wish, that they reciprocate your feeling.

Tu Me Manques – You are missing from me…

Till the next time I get to see you again, I’ll be…

Simply, comfortably in love with you…

The Blue Hair Girl