Something’s missing

I’m starting to fantasize about tall and buff men. My husband is the smallest man I can accept. I used to date other men who were a few inches taller, but I never made love to them because I was afraid to get disappointed. 

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Old Flames

Flames
Today I write because I don’t know what to write.
Today I write because I’m too tired to write for other people.
Today I write because I just want to write.
You know, I used to have this blog a long time ago. I wrote about my adventures, my thoughts, and my soul.
Good or bad, they were all there.
Happy or sad, they were all there.
Public or private… they were all there.
I realized that I had to lose it when my exes started searching for me online.
Many of them found my blog. Many of them found my soul.
I couldn’t erase it. Many of my words have been a part of history forever. Erasing it would only prevent the wandering eyes of the future. Erasing it would not change the wandering eyes of the past.
Do you think they would remember? Of course they would. One of my exes said I was the only one he dated in our workspace. Another said that I was his first one night stand. The last said that I’m the first girl who took her virginity away.
How would they not remember?
Maybe that’s why I broke up with each one of them.
Maybe they read the specific post I wrote about them.
Maybe that’s why the flames of our candle were blown away.

Tiny

All of us have our own problems. Often times we think:

Why me?

What did I do to deserve this?

or

It’s too hard.

We can get stressed at whatever life brings us. Everybody is struggling everyday.

Being stressed doesn’t mean that you have an excuse to be a bitch to anyone.

Each one of us has our own problems.

But you know what? One person told me,

Don’t worry about it so much. There are other people out there who have heavier problems than you.  There are people who struggle more than you do. To them, your problems are so tiny that it’s not even worth complaining about.

I forgot who told me that, but maybe it’s my grandmother. She always told me that I should pray.

Besides, God would’ve not assigned you that problem if you couldn’t handle it in the first place.

This is a reponse to a Writing Prompt: Tiny published on the DailyPost.