Has successfully made me fear marriage. Every single bit about it, including the idea of throwing a magical wedding! The movie's an acquired taste but the I kinda dig the message behind it, though it did throw me off a little. I think we've all established that there is no such thing as the perfect one. Oh honey, if you haven't already gotten that in your head, it's about time you wake up and start embracing reality.
According to me, and this is just according to me so don't get your panties in a twist if you don't think the same alright? Ah yes, according to me, the perfect lover doesn't exist because who you end up with is/was because you made the decision to be with this person. You make perfection materialize for the person you see love in. You have the utmost power and control to choose who the hell you want to end up with. And that is a trait everyone conveniently forgets because we're so warped with finding this magical person who was supposedly made for us.
We're all made for each other, if we make it happen. The good, the bad and the shoulda woulda couldas are all dependent on our choices and decisions. Whether or not you thrive or writhe, is all up to you. So don't go blaming the forces of the universe for not presenting you with the Prince Charming you've been waiting your whole damn life for. You make your Prince Charming come true. Make the forces of the universe work for you. Don't settle for less. Don't whine. Don't get mad. Get even.
The Five Year Engagement made me explore possibilities that I'm not very comfortable with. It started messing my mind up, making me over-analyze my relationship with my Mr Right Now. Is he going to be the one? Will I have to work doubly hard than ever to make it work? Am I the settler or the reacher? What will people think when they find out we're different as the sky and sea? Is he worth it? Am I becoming the best I should be? Does he deserve someone else? Is there anyone else out there who's better than him? Are we really made for each other?-- Who's to know, really?
I can't tell you how to measure love, I don't have it all figured out just yet. I don't know how many hours you're suppose to meet a week, the number of texts and calls you have to make a day, the amount of kisses you're suppose to have or the number of butterflies you get in your belly when you see him/her. But I can tell you this much, it's in your gut. It makes you feel safe, it blankets your worries and it lifts you up. It makes you warm, it keeps you going. As long as you know it's right, you're good.
“I got news for you moron; Your father and I, we’re not even 90% right for each other.
According to me, and this is just according to me so don't get your panties in a twist if you don't think the same alright? Ah yes, according to me, the perfect lover doesn't exist because who you end up with is/was because you made the decision to be with this person. You make perfection materialize for the person you see love in. You have the utmost power and control to choose who the hell you want to end up with. And that is a trait everyone conveniently forgets because we're so warped with finding this magical person who was supposedly made for us.
We're all made for each other, if we make it happen. The good, the bad and the shoulda woulda couldas are all dependent on our choices and decisions. Whether or not you thrive or writhe, is all up to you. So don't go blaming the forces of the universe for not presenting you with the Prince Charming you've been waiting your whole damn life for. You make your Prince Charming come true. Make the forces of the universe work for you. Don't settle for less. Don't whine. Don't get mad. Get even.
The Five Year Engagement made me explore possibilities that I'm not very comfortable with. It started messing my mind up, making me over-analyze my relationship with my Mr Right Now. Is he going to be the one? Will I have to work doubly hard than ever to make it work? Am I the settler or the reacher? What will people think when they find out we're different as the sky and sea? Is he worth it? Am I becoming the best I should be? Does he deserve someone else? Is there anyone else out there who's better than him? Are we really made for each other?-- Who's to know, really?
I can't tell you how to measure love, I don't have it all figured out just yet. I don't know how many hours you're suppose to meet a week, the number of texts and calls you have to make a day, the amount of kisses you're suppose to have or the number of butterflies you get in your belly when you see him/her. But I can tell you this much, it's in your gut. It makes you feel safe, it blankets your worries and it lifts you up. It makes you warm, it keeps you going. As long as you know it's right, you're good.
"Look, we're not 100% right for each other, so there's nothing to be said."
“I got news for you moron; Your father and I, we’re not even 90% right for each other.
Not even 60, okay? But he’s the love of my life..."
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