Coffee with Kimmy

I don’t understand myself. I left him so I can have the chance to open my heart to uncomplicated men. I used to hate his impossibleness and the complexities of our relationship. Now that we’re over, I can’t seem to be attracted to simple men.  Why? Maybe I secretly loved the thrill. Maybe, I loved him because he is complicated. Maybe…just maybe, there’s a masochist inside me. Maybe, I love being hurt. I know…I hope that I love to be loved too. I love too much but I don’t receive the same love I’m giving. Did I get so used to the complexities that I learned to embrace them? Three years is not a short time. Maybe that monster transformed me into the monster that he is. It is possible too that I transformed him into the monster that I am. I wish I can just be a normal girl who loves to be loved. And somewhere in my heart, I’m still hoping that someone will come to my life and give me so much love that I will hate to be hurt.

In life, we are destined to meet different kinds of people. Some are destined to hurt us. Some are destined to teach us life lessons. Some are destined to make us realize things. And some….some are just plain crazy people who are destined to make us happy for the rest of our existence. My Besti, definitely belongs to the last category. I never thought I  will ever find a  bestfriend in the person of a man. He is me. That’s how I will describe him. Honestly, I have never met a person who is so like me in so many freakin’ ways. My Besti is my guy version. We absolutely share the same interests, same happiness, same passion, same ‘jejeness’ and a whole lot more.  Another thing I would like to share about my besti is that he is sugar and spice and everything nice. He is sunshine. He is all good vibes. We will encounter sad and oh so crazy situations but honey, he carries his own sunshine. :)  Despite our weirdness and all the eccentric things we do, I can’t help but wond...