People think you dont deserve the love you want because you dont look good enough, not successful enough, not smart enough and simply does not measure up against their ridiculous double standards. They keep reminding, especially if you are a woman in a marrying age, that you're running out of time, that your reproductive system is about to expire and you need to do something about it, fast. They are bothered by how you seem content by being on your own and every time you dismissed their suggestions, you get judged for being picky, having too high standards, or being gay just because you refuse to follow their timeline. They believe the end goal of a relationship is having sex and a baby. Every time you shrug off their unsolicited advice they would say, whatever, have it your way but they cant seem to stop obsessing about your love life or lack thereof. They may mean well but what they fail to understand is that they are not the ones whose gonna live with the choices you make. We all want that someone we can possibly live the rest of our lives with but how can you force yourself to feel something you don't or settle with something you don't agree with? What they fail to acknowledge is the fact that its always, always easier said than done. -J.S.Fabregas
I'm no ordinary world. #writersnetwork#readwriteunite ----- Though a part of me usually hangs out @atthebackofmymind, a part of me craves to explore. I crave solitude but I also am usually surrounded by a lot of friends. Most importantly, I live for adventures-between the pages of books and the actual world. Aside from coffee, music, literature and laughter, these are the things I live for.
thethought_foxOhhhh Myyyy Gaaawd!! This is beyond words? And true question where do those weary hearts go? Perhaps floating, still looking to get back their lost sheen until it grows fins to plunge back into the deadly depths of love once again!
Beguiling impeccable face, Unstudied seductive grace But there is something sinister By the way she carries herself. Like a quiescence before a tempest, Her deceptively saccharine smile A precursor of utter devastation. She sits on a throne carved from the bones Of her conquests, her battle trophies. An angel-faced nightmare Disguised as a genie in a bottle; But be careful of what you utter in the dark For she trades in most guarded secrets and She may grant your deepest darkest desire. She is hundreds of kings undoing The most powerful chess piece; 'Stupid useless pawns', she says and flips the table with her well manicured hands. On the cold unforgiving floor, like her frigid heart, they mercilessly fall, where they grovel at her feet. -j.s. fabregas// The Fairest of Them All
I have been in love with the Night An ethereal beauty in a black dress; The moon, a luminous crown on her head, The stars are swarovski crystals on her delicate night gown. Her skin glows like the silver moonbeam that highlights her silken onyx hair. She meets her lover during the small hours and they dance under the milky way. Then like Cinderella, she runs away by the break of dawn. Here I sit, again waiting for twilight to howl at the moon and beacon my lovely Night to arrive soon, Before daylight steals her back again by morn. -j.s. fabregas// A Wolf's Lament
No one can really tell you where to go or what to do to find the happiness you desire. You only need to realize that you alone can create opportunities to feel that happiness whatever choice you make. No one else can decide that for you. -j.s. fabregas
I always have this constant yearning to be somewhere else. Disappear somewhere I can shed my layers and be whoever I want to be in a completely strange surrounding but somehow feels like I belong. Maybe surprise people every now and then. And maybe when I'm gone too long, they will start to wonder where on earth am I. When they feel my absence hopefully they will realize that even if we don't talk that much anymore, that my actual presence and comforting silence fills a significant space in their lives somehow. That I made their lives a little bit richer just by being a part of it. And that would be more than enough. -j.s. fabregas// Phantom ................................................................................ Its my birthday today that's probably why I'm being contemplative. But don't get me wrong, I am actually happy because I am always surrounded by family and friends and I get to spend another birthday with them. I also want to thank you my followers who I also consider friends here who follow my thoughts and random musings which I don't often share with everyone else. So if you're still here, thank you for your support and encouragement. It really means a lot to me. Love lots.
Love me or love me not There is no in-between This silent heart for the longest Time has always been unseen. Love me or love me not, I don't need a part time lover Who only warm the sheets at night Then evaporate like the mist At the first break of dawn. Love me or love me not, I don't need someone who's Only halfway there Just as I never want to settle For something mediocre. -j.s. fabregas//Love me/Love me not
If you want to impress a girl Why don't you buy her a Sunday swirl? No thanks she doesn't want with choconuts, Next day her face will have polka dots. Do you think if you say I love you. What do you she's gonna do? Do you think she'll swoon and say I "do"? We'll sorry but she couldn't care less about you. She hates timidity but don't be pushy. No, she wont put up with a foolhardy, Don't act like a goody-goody, Better go back to your mommy Coz she's not that easy so stop flattering her profusely. You can drive her around town, Or buy her a Galliano gown. Cruising in your convertible top-down, Yeah! that's what a girl wants. She likes a guy who drives a BMW, But she'd rather not go if you don't look like Leonardo di Caprio. No, she's not that shallow, She's just testing if you are really true. You can take her to a dinner in Paris, Or ride a gondola on the canals of Venice. You can have a picnic on a field of million roses, But she prefers a year supply of Hershey's Kisses. She wants a new Porsche, Or a Louis Vuitton purse, She knows you've got a lot of source, But all she really needs is a recourse. What a girl really wants? She doesn't care about your money, Or even your Lamborghini. She cares less about a piece of expensive jewelry, Or a fancy case of vanity. "What am I gonna with all those luxury If you don't really love me?" Shame on you if that's what you think so, But she doesn't want to be a fool for you. What's so exciting living in a castle in Spain? If you're living a life so vain? So what if she could have it all, She's just here waiting for your call? She's tired of living a life in the fast lane, She doesn't care if people call her insane. You're the last of the puzzle, You're the only want who can make her whole. What a girl really wants? She wants something that is real, Something that she could really feel. A girl only needs someone who can see past her defenses, You don't necessarily have to make her feel like a princess. All she wants is a Love that is real and true, Someone who can see her through. -j.s. fabregas//What She Wants
Maiden of divine beauty and charm Her voice wafted sweetly from the cherub's harp; Like a rose devoid of thorns Her radiant countenance every prince endeared. Elegance exudes from her classic glamour Endowed with refined grace Beast and belles alike adore. Simplicity marks her character Even a single strand of hair in an immaculate bun, doesn't seem out of place. Lily of the valley, she is dancing to the rhythm of children's laughter A damsel in the name of Díoné, She's a sharp witted and a passionate teacher. -Díoné/ j.s. fabregas ........................................ Follow my #Anawarethoughts on instagram @atthebackofmymind
"I love you." He said. "I know." I replied, trying hard to smile but only ended up biting my lip to stop a sob from escaping from my throat. "No, I'm in love with you." He stated. I think my heartbeat stopped and the well of tears threatened to spill. "What?!" I croaked. I asked because I need to know I heard him correctly. "I always have," He sighed looking at me earnestly, as if trying to convey the depths of his emotion with that penetrating gaze, searching. "Not because your my best friend. I was an idiot to not see it for what it is but I have been in love with you...and you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. It has always been you." I almost choke on the tears I had been trying to withhold? Why now? I was rendered speechless for a long moment and then I finally let out a sob. I couldn't hold it in any longer. His sudden revelation was too much to take at the moment and I felt kind of dizzy with the roller coaster of emotions. "You have no idea how long I waited for you to say that...I...I..." He took me in his arms and I sobbed even more. God I missed him so much but my heart was breaking. The irony of life was one cruel joke of fate. My heart was breaking and its breaking for him but he deserved to know the truth. "I'm so sorry...." "Why are you saying sorry?" He gently pushed me off his chest so he could look me in the face but I was not meeting his gaze. My eyes were starting to hurt with all this stupid crying but I was so overwhelmed with too much pent up emotion it feels like a well has blown up inside me longing for release. "You've no idea how long I waited for you to realize that but...I've changed. You will always have a piece of my heart, always have and know that I will always care for you," I said mustering the courage to look at him. I felt like I was betraying my best friend but I'd be betraying my own heart if I didn't tell him the truth. "But that part of my heart that I have left open for you for so long...has been filled by someone else." -J.S. Fabregas