It's been a while.

In fact I've forgotten how good it feels to write how I feel at this moment and look back weeks or years after to remember the good or bad things life had to offer.

I had to say nothing much has changed.  I'm still that girl who really aims for greatness in every thing she does.  I still love the feeling of not having to wake up when I don't want to on weekends.  I still dream of singing in a wedding dress with a band at my own wedding.  I still stay eat much, too much.  I still love a good movie that could make me cry... And, I still love the idea of hoping that he's out there.  Somewhere out there.

Nah, this is not another sappy, feeling lonely waiting for my The One, thought it was him but not really, blog entry...

I just wanted to say or write that for the past seven months, I hoped.  Like any other girl, like one of those times that I had hoped before, I hoped.  I hoped that no matter how silly and crazy the situation was what I was into, there would be a happy ending at least for a while. 

Of course, it wasn't a happy ending.  If it was, I would not have been singing to the lines of "all this time I was wastin hopin you would come around".  I am OK though, never been better.  I guess like everybody else, you miss the feeling it gives you when you're in that moment.  That moment when you start thinking you're going to hold on to that feeling and will not let go because that's what it might take to have the ending you were looking for all your life.

It's been a while and it may take a while again but that's what it would make it sweeter in the end.  Looking back and knowing why these all had to happen after all.