Not the kind you see in the movies or hear about on the radio.
The real kind.
The kind that gets beaten down and bloody, yet perseveres.
The kind that hopes even when hope seems foolish.
The kind that can forgive. The kind that believes in healing.
The kind that can sit in silence and feel renewed.
The real kind of love.
It’s rare and we have it.”
—Sophie & Carter
, Chelsea Fine (via quotes-for-reference
My hair transformation
I’m not silly to cut my hair that short if there’s no reason behind it. In a couple of weeks the strands are expected to fall due to the the chemotherapy. That’s one of the reasons why I was on hiatus.
On June 26, 2014, a day after my important exam (It’s called maturità here in Italy), I undergone the surgery. That was also my boyfriend’s birthday and our 4th anniversary. Fortunately, the operation was successful.
Last August 26, I had my first chemo treatment. 26 is really uhhmmnn a lucky date for us. ;)
Ang here I am now with my tinkerbell hair. :D
About two weeks ago, I bought the black guitar on the right. Later I realized the color is so masculine. My boyfriend was also planning to get one so I suggested him to buy the one I like (natural color & limited edition) and then we’ll swap. He agreed without a second thought. I’m so lucky to have him.. :)
You used to be the person who makes me look forward to another day, who gives me a reason to go on, who paints a smile on my face each time I wake up knowing that I am loved.
But now that you left, I have nothing to hold on to. There’s an emptiness in my heart that only you can fill but I have no clue if you will come back to fix everything. I don’t know if I have to wait for you or go on with my life.
But now, all I can do is hope and pray.