I’m a magnet of hurts. I guess I can say that. I tend to be a magnet of guys who just play with girls’ hearts. I wish this magnetic field isn’t that powerful though. And I wish the magnetism would have reverse polarity and instead magnet A guy that would cherish me and would not take me for granted.

I am a magnet of guys full of promises they can’t fulfill. At that instant they make me real happy and bursting with joy that I feel as though I am the most beautiful and lucky girl on this planet. But then, that happiness is temporary. One second I would be utterly blissful and the next second I would be like a pricked balloon. Oh boy. Is there something wrong with me?

I don’t mean to sound pitiful. I still believe there really is someone out there who would eventually take care of my heart. I guess, these things are just a series of tests for me to pass, hurts that I have to take, and events from which I could purge meaningful realizations from. It really is not easy finding the right prince. All of them remain as frogs.

I wonder when the day would come that the frog held on the palm of my hand will become a prince when kissed? I can’t wait for that day.