Guys, I think i met the one.
That's what AJ the goddess, one of my college buddies told us over a cup of coffee.
She said it with such certainty I had to remove my jaded eyeglasses.
This was AJ afterall. AJ who was never like the other silly girls i know. AJ who has a good head on her shoulders. Who never spends her time trivially. AJ who I always considered to be the epitome of goodness and everything nice. For nearly four years i spent everyday talking to this girl who had nothing in her mind except family, God and lemonades. She never talked about guys nor the woes of love or lack thereof.
So when she made that statement, i was happy for her. Because if Aj believed in it, then it had to be the gospel truth.
I always wondered how she felt she found the one. I would have these random conversations with her pre destiny. She waited for him and got ready and when she met him, she just knew.
As much as i am a big fan of romantic movies, I have spent most of my years trying to avoid anything romantic. Reasons i don't care to disclose for now. Believe me a lot of people tried to present themselves as my destiny, everyone shot down accordingly with jaded eyes. I lost count already. Bodies all over. Bloody bloody.
Too dramatic.
Not that i eat men for breakfast, but i wish i could define this.
You, cheen , have very high standards.
Standards? Anybody could get your run off the mill nice guy, family oriented, good cook, hard working, intelligent. If i throw a stone randomly right now I'll prolly hit a guy with the abovementioned qualities.
Good heart. Humble. Loves God. Always seeking a higher power's direction. Teachable. Compassionate. Knows how to handle money but is not his sole focus in work. Knows he has a calling, could dine with kings and paupers. Willing to go anywhere for the adventure of being alive. A runner of Big J's race. Does not have religion but knows and believes Big J. Someone who stands on grace, tragically flawed but graciously forgiven. Eyes that sees the impossible, hands that work tirelessly, heart that never stops examining itself. A person who has a story to tell.
So i don't know why i am writing about this.
I crank up Kurt Nilsen.
I just got home from dinner, msg galore via the local chinese restaurant.
I feel different....
I kept waking up from sleep. I am not sure if those are from espressos or from something else. I had to splash some cold water on my face.
I had a dream last night and i woke up thankful the dream was just that.
What if this is more than espresso?
After a long time, I took up my canvass and oil paints and started painting again. I tried before when i first moved here but i just felt so uninspired.
My thoughts are fragmented. But i managed to finish that painting. It was me, finally letting go and accepting that the kid who set out to be someone is now being called to a different field, is getting a heart transplant, and was really changing into a better version of herself, a version she never thought possible.
Go figure and connect the dots.
i still am in awe of this.
Where was i?
Oh yeah. The one.
Shake that magic eight ball.
That's what AJ the goddess, one of my college buddies told us over a cup of coffee.
She said it with such certainty I had to remove my jaded eyeglasses.
This was AJ afterall. AJ who was never like the other silly girls i know. AJ who has a good head on her shoulders. Who never spends her time trivially. AJ who I always considered to be the epitome of goodness and everything nice. For nearly four years i spent everyday talking to this girl who had nothing in her mind except family, God and lemonades. She never talked about guys nor the woes of love or lack thereof.
So when she made that statement, i was happy for her. Because if Aj believed in it, then it had to be the gospel truth.
I always wondered how she felt she found the one. I would have these random conversations with her pre destiny. She waited for him and got ready and when she met him, she just knew.
As much as i am a big fan of romantic movies, I have spent most of my years trying to avoid anything romantic. Reasons i don't care to disclose for now. Believe me a lot of people tried to present themselves as my destiny, everyone shot down accordingly with jaded eyes. I lost count already. Bodies all over. Bloody bloody.
Too dramatic.
Not that i eat men for breakfast, but i wish i could define this.
You, cheen , have very high standards.
Standards? Anybody could get your run off the mill nice guy, family oriented, good cook, hard working, intelligent. If i throw a stone randomly right now I'll prolly hit a guy with the abovementioned qualities.
Good heart. Humble. Loves God. Always seeking a higher power's direction. Teachable. Compassionate. Knows how to handle money but is not his sole focus in work. Knows he has a calling, could dine with kings and paupers. Willing to go anywhere for the adventure of being alive. A runner of Big J's race. Does not have religion but knows and believes Big J. Someone who stands on grace, tragically flawed but graciously forgiven. Eyes that sees the impossible, hands that work tirelessly, heart that never stops examining itself. A person who has a story to tell.
So i don't know why i am writing about this.
I crank up Kurt Nilsen.
I just got home from dinner, msg galore via the local chinese restaurant.
I feel different....
I kept waking up from sleep. I am not sure if those are from espressos or from something else. I had to splash some cold water on my face.
I had a dream last night and i woke up thankful the dream was just that.
What if this is more than espresso?
After a long time, I took up my canvass and oil paints and started painting again. I tried before when i first moved here but i just felt so uninspired.
My thoughts are fragmented. But i managed to finish that painting. It was me, finally letting go and accepting that the kid who set out to be someone is now being called to a different field, is getting a heart transplant, and was really changing into a better version of herself, a version she never thought possible.
Go figure and connect the dots.
i still am in awe of this.
Where was i?
Oh yeah. The one.
Shake that magic eight ball.
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