Yet another failed relationship

I should write a book with all my unfortunate relationships and teary break-ups. I don’t mean to make this sound as a joke but if I wasn’t able to see something funny in each of my heart breaks then I’d be an emotional mess, depressed all the time. But somehow, with each failed relationship although I do lose hope, I never seem to give up on love.

I’m so grateful for that, because the last thing I want is to be one of those girls unhappy with life only because I’m single. I won’t lie, being single is really sad and lonely at times. And I hardly ever see the upside of being alone. But everytime I meet someone new, that butterfly feeling and blossoming of a new romance alost makes being single all those times worth it.

Then the unfortunate break-up. With teary eyes and puffy cheeks and nasty self-doubt. That I could do without. Yet somehow I am still able to smile back at the world and with wide eyes search the horizon for my “Prince Charming”. He is out there. I won’t give up hope…