Pull Me Closer to Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0CzCQFKORM

"Pull me closer to love."


Never did i want to involve myself in this complicated "partnership." You give me so many reasons to win such a debate. You told me: "Don't you think the happiness is all worth the hurt in the end," - even before we were together. Now we are.

Genuine

           Your first time to have a public picture


I know i know, we look fucking good together. You're probably the only person who goes over my blog so it gives me enough reason to post gay photos S2 Don't you think we look perfect darling!

✿❀♥Girlfriend is French♥❀✿

Je t'aime mi amor 

You're probably taller than me here.

You hacked me and yet i still love u! Damn our cute souls

Parfait l'amour

It's the first picture I posted on this blog. I know i look sedated but I'd prefer to look imperfect just as long as you're there next to me rather than look charming without you in it. I bet people are gonna say I'm gay for posting pictures let alone blogging. Damn.

Oh the Irony

Explicitly written on all my recent posts is the undeniable irony of my initial intent for making a blog. The purpose of this blog is now the complete opposite as proof of my entries. I loathe all those who pour and advertise their heartaches and angst whether or not it's to harbor pity from others. Despite also riding on this bandwagon of hate, I've learned that it's healthy writing about all sorts of dilemma such as the qualms and anger experienced daily. Excessively writing about this however irritates me to the bone. Maybe I should hate myself for doing the same. Oh the irony. I guess keeping the balance between my personal ups and downs is regarded to be my remedy for this ironic predicament.

Shoelace

Intrepidity is nothing without purpose. In the same sense, love is abstract and probably one-sided if you share shallow and superficial reasons for your partner. We may never find out what the future holds for us if we don't try. Attempting to makes it worthwhile and purposeful each day.

Cowardly Remorse

Although there are countless words left unspoken between us, variably due to cowardice, shame or remorse, i have to be honest that i feel restrained to how i should act around. Maybe it's not the right time to talk but I'm sure someday it will be.

I know my reputation and its pallid color. I hope to be criticized because i guess - i know i deserve to be treated as such. I'm sorry this apology is practically indirect and futile.