This blog is what I would call a romance memory blog... given as a gift to my boyfriend last Valentine's day 2011. It is also a challenge to write every day for one year. 365 entries. 365 memories documenting my true love. Can I do it? We shall see.
Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Sweet tooth Indulgence
93. To prove that everything has a saturation point, our economics teacher tasked us to bring sweets to class and eat them in groups of six. Some of us bought store bought sweets and I think I made some leche flan for the event. Others opted to by cakes and ice cream. We didn't have lunch so that we'd be hungry just in time for the event which was after lunch time. It was great at first. There was just so much food to share. However, we continued eating and eating until we felt sick to our stomachs and some of us even became nauseous. Our teacher was right. At some point we had to say no because we were simply just too full. I wonder if it's true even in relationships. Once we've had our needs satisfied and we feel secure up to the brim, things become nauseating once the sweetness overflows. Perhaps it is true. Goodbyes makes hellos so much sweeter. And time apart makes us grow and appreciate the things that make our partner special. It would be so boring if we were together all the time and we'd soon run out of things to say to each other or discover in each other. I guess that's one of the thing's that makes marriage challenging. Just one of the many how to's we have to work through. As for now, I'm savoring the indulgence your presence gives to me and even if it fades out through time, I think at some point it will reach a level that is just right for the both of us, lasting for the rest of our lives.
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