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For the basics, I'm Aurea, most of the people around me call me Rea. I'm still a student, not just in school but also in life.
I'm someone who wants to write and savour the things in life and what I've learned in it.
I am already convinced that there is a God and that my life has a purpose.
I've been in the Philippines since I was born and soon enough, I'll travel the world
with the one I'm meant to be with.I am so thirsty for experience. I constantly kiss change for the better. |
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This blog is to the memories I've treasured. This is to the people that kept me living and kept me intact with who I'm supposed to be. This is for my creator who planned my life.
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I did the right thing, that's all for now. I felt hurt again. I've never been this hurt.
March 31 - April 1: My section(Hebrews) and I had our farewell party. It was fine, I think. I used to be so excited about parties and swimming but I don't know why I wasn't so excited on this one. Maybe because I know it's not goodbye? Anyways, enough with the drama. Party started alright, we ate and stuff. Some were using the karaoke and some were already dressing up for a swim. I was just roaming around and having random conversations with everyone, especially to my 'best' friend in the room. Hours pass and same things were done. Normal stuff, you know until I decided to make a twist. I talked to this classmate of mine, I won't describe him that much(I'm sorry, I want to be confidential) but he's the opposite sex and we're really close. We talked about how our day went and how he thought about the party. It was casual at first as any conversation would start but then I entered personal topics. I'm glad it wasn't awkward sharing stuff to him. It felt like the old times since we used to talk all day about love, life and alike. It always felt comfortable talking to him about the way I felt since we are on the same level of maturity(I think so). I remember him sharing to me about his first love who he gave everything to and I kinda related to him. That connection blew me off. We talked about problems like we both were facing them at the same time because we would do the same thing. Then we started talking about how tired we were of loving. And then I realized that nothing does compare to your first love. Nothing compares to your first. It will always be unforgettable. First love just changed him so much and made him into a better person but first love is the love that makes you believe that everything lasts forever. First love is your vibrant youth that tells you it's okay to make promises because you know inside of you that it's him but he's actually not. First love makes you and then breaks you. I remember imagining spending my whole life with my actual first boyfriend. He was the one I wanted forever and I know that sounds so corny and unreal but I did talk that way and I did want him so much before. First love gives you that magic no one else could provide. That after that magic, everything else is an illusion because after that first love.. You know the tricks, you know the secrets and it hurts because first love is believing in something so much but in the end you realize that everything you've believed in is utter bull****. The first time my heart fell in love was the breaking and making point of my life. It made me the happiest person on earth to feel loved and to love but then it broke me apart to know that it can all end in just a moment.. That it can all change in just seconds, minutes and hours. First love morphed me into someone I never thought I'd be. Now, I don't even know if marriage is even necessary but I do know that I'll never have that desire to marry again with my first. Now I'm just so fed up. The things that once were so precious and dear to me are now the common things that I find and experience. Love, you just made me and broke me. But I'm glad I'm stronger, you know. I'm not chained anymore to the freshness of love and how stupid it can make you out to be. |