In your eyes I see, Reflections of what I’d rather be In your smile I sense, What the future holds for me Hearing your voice, Makes me dance in harmony Feeling your touch, Brings me comfort, security These are your very words Written in your diary It would never be me Another she, most probably…
I am a sentimental fool and I am not ashamed to admit it. For me, it is an honesty that is raw but true. Emotional attachment to people or things is the blood that runs through my veins. It is what keeps my sanity amidst adversities. It is the force that drives me to be better everyday. It is the very reason why I chose to be more human.
Some may think that being sentimental is not only foolish but also a waste of time. I understand them but I disagree. I know that a sentimental person is strongly influenced by emotions than by reason. But it doesn’t mean that we can’t be rational. How could someone who has the ability to empathize and forgive others easily be irrational? That, I would never understand.
Sentimental is dealing with feelings of tenderness, sadness or nostalgia, typically in an exaggerated and self-indulgent way.
In all my life, I have never force someone to like or love me. I have never exerted any effort for others to accept me. Pretending is not my cup of tea. I want people to know me truly, to take me just as I am. If you reject me, I cannot do anything about it. I never chase people because I believe that if they belong to my life they will stay. It is a chance I willingly take as a sentimental fool and for me, it is freedom and it’s what makes me happy.