Key

Key

A Story by LoveDens
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Just a musing from my heart. An affirmation that I am moving on but cannot forget him.

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Key

By: Love Dens

I was suppose to go to sleep but organizing prevails. Well, the truth is, I cannot sleep thingking of my WANGR again. I insisted to myself that I should do something.

I assembled my new bought table. Seems like this is just solely for me and my writing and it cannot accommodate even one additional visitor who intent to hop in.

Well, my writing tonight is not about that  new table. Talking about assembling the table is just an uncoherent introduction of exhibiting my thoughts about this very bare feeling I’ve been silently carrying since the day he left.

This is actually about my defiance of grabbing the chance of having someone new...someone new who is just living in the next pad, we can even talk even we are just in our pad. We can almost hear our breating. He is someone new whom I am hoping would be the one who will replace the rented heart by one boarder who expectedly left me; that one boarder who keeps on reminding me that he will just be until that certain time but I never thought will be bringing the key with him. Or maybe, he left the key with me but I have misplaced it. Gua bwi ki lit. Gua um chai...Wo bu zhi tao. My heart which he occupied for almost five (5) months still left closed and locked even he left me for good. How could I let somebody occupy again? Ruin the key? Destroy the door? There were those whom I allowed and given permission to try to re-open it. But nobody was capable enough to make it.

But  some of them infairnessly able to open the door. But when I try to check on it again, my heart’s door is obviously locked again. I was really wondering.

When I was about to clean up my bag, I noticed the key on that new closed door was placed on my wallet. How did it happened? Is my subconsious state did it? Did that other part of me close my heart for that someone new and I kept the key? Or someone locked it for me?

 

© 2012 LoveDens


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Time has a way of healing things as a natural law. Depending upon a wound and the severity thereof, it can takes months for most relationship wounds to heal.

Someone in life does have a key that fits your heart. You need to understand the true dimensions of your heart and then compare that with any "keys" that try to unlock it. What is on the inside of a person will always outweigh the outside for compatibility. Some people make decisions only with the eye and then have multiple problems later in life. Look with the eye, hear with the ear, and decide with the heart.

Sincerely,

Levi

Posted 11 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LoveDens

11 Years Ago

Thank you for that very touche comment.

Yes, it is undoubtedly true.
I have a feeling you'll find someone . . . keep your chin up and your eyes open . . . just don't blink :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LoveDens

11 Years Ago

Hope your feeling about it would come for real.
I dont know if closing my heart for love is forever. One thing I am sure of is that, I cant open it for now.

Hope someone would be brave enough to do it for me.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Questions about the key...is your heart locked for good?...or do you mean, at last for someone to open it?

Good description.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LoveDens

11 Years Ago

Actually, I thought it was locked for "good". But love has been so irresistible that it lives to tou.. read more

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