These few days of registration has been somewhat stressful, frustrating, overwhelming. But life has taught me not to be too happy with current situation because anything can happen in a few minutes, even seconds. Luckily enough, I am patient and manage to go through registration week (today is day 3) without getting pissed at others. There are some sighs here and there, but that's all about it. Vic even had warned us earlier, not to be too happy with the current timetable, especially the core subjects because anything can change. True enough, there were changes. And again, another sigh. For those who followed me on Twitter knows that I complaint a lot, but that's only because I feel the need to express my feelings. I am an expressive person, and those who couldn't handle me, you know where you stand. I thank God every day for the circle of friends that I have now can handle me at my worst, and they indeed have seen me at my best. I don't need the world to understand why I make the decisions that I made. It's enough for me to know that there are people who understands, and not judge me. 

And these are the people who leave footprints in my heart.

Speaking of footprints, I found a poem by Eleanor Roosevelt entitled Footprints In Your Heart which really suits this post and this post is dedicated to those who leave their footprints in my heart. Past and present. Words can't express how thankful I am for those who walked into my life and made me who I am today. I can only hope that my presence in your life had also made impact, even a small one will do.

FOOTPRINTS IN YOUR HEART

  

Source: Stay Positive

I know this. I've seen this before. But not when I was in a relationship; it happened when I was close to this friend of mine. A special guy friend. One special guy he is indeed. Lucky is the girl who can call him 'boyfriend'. I have yet to find mine. 

At first I thought, I was just crushing at you. However, as time passes by, I realized that you are the first person whom I thought in the morning when I wake up. You are also the last person that I think of before I go to bed. And also, if you asked me, how often do I think about you, I would like to say, "everyday. You never left my mind." So yeah, I'm falling for you. You colour my dream every night, you are the reason why I found myself smiling for no apparent reason. But what I didn't know is that, during the four month of your hiatus, you had found someone. Or maybe, that is just a statement that you blurted out to save yourself from the common question from relatives who came to visit you once a year, during festive season. I don't know. Only you know the answer. When I asked for the truth, you told me that even your best friend doesn't know about her. At first I thought, maybe you're just not ready to tell anyone about her yet. But when I think about it, and after talking to my bestie, we concluded that you are not seeing anyone right now. Let's face it: which girl in their right mind would want to be in a relationship where nobody except them know about it? I know a lot of people who are in a relationship; theirs friends know about the relationship, but not what's going on in the relationship. I was in that kind of relationship before. I know. Even Beyonce and Jay-Z is in that kind of relationship. Now what say you mister?

And it was my best friend who told me this,

Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.

But perhaps, I am living the greatest irony of love.

I know I had lived through the second irony of love, because that was the worst downfall in a relationship that I ever had. I'm just hoping that I don't have to go through the third irony of love because I don't think my poor heart can take it. Enough is enough dear Lord. So basically, right now I am living the first irony of love. How long will this stay? I can't possibly tell. Maybe until the day you became a distant memory perhaps?

Maybe it is too early to say you are the one that got away. I will be turning 22 next week and my journey is still a long way to go. Therefore, I shall surrender everything to God, for He knows best. 

But even if we are not meant to be together, perhaps there is a reason why He asks you to come back into my life after fate seperated us. Though I may not know it now, I will know it someday, I hope.

This post is dedicated to someone who is officially not mine anymore. I can only call you friend, my best friend who knew my ups and down throughout 2011, and the one who consumes my mind throughout the year. I wish nothing but the best for you, and her (whoever she is).