Miracles and Magic

I love you. For all the times I cried for you, I love you. For all the times I am mad at you, I love you. For all the times that I seek advice from you, I love you. For all the times I scream at you, I love you. For all the times we fight, I love you. For all the times I seek attention from you, I love you. For all the times we argue, I love you. For all the times we misbehave, I love you. For all the times we celebrated, I love you. And, For all the times you never cared, I still love you. For all the times you yelled, I still love you. For all the times you were never there, I still love you. For all the times you left, I still love you. But today, at this point, will things be the same? WillI still love you like I did? But the bigger question is, Will you love me like you did? :')

This article was published on NST online :) Life as an educator. Easy? Day in and day out, I hear so many people around me telling me that being a teacher is the easiest job ever existed. Well, I would have to disagree on this. Strongly disagree. Educating a child is more than just teaching the symbols of the alphabet or the arrangements of numbers from 1 to 10. It is more than that. Being in a teaching institution, I have learnt that being a teacher is more difficult than it seems. In teaching young learners, there are many principles that should be put forth and development of moral values amongst pupils is also very important. Every element is put into consideration to assure that our pupils are well developed. Some claims that the pay of a teacher is much more than we deserve. Again, I will have to disagree. Us teachers earn about a few thousand (2 to 3k for new teachers) and it is not that much compared to the work load that we have to complete. It’s not

Love can be explained simply by one word. TRUST.   When you love someone, you have to trust that he loves you and only you. Trust that there is no one else that he cares for as much as he cares for you.   Trust that he doesn’t lie or cheat on you. Trust that he would not break up with you the second you wake up. Trust that he will always be your crying shoulder. Trust that he will stick up for you through the good and the bad. Trust that he would not fall in love with another girl. Trust that he won’t get sick of you and trust that he loves you as much as you love him. :’)

  I want you to know that I love you. I never did give up. And I never did stop, not for a gasping second, I wannt love unconditionally as long as I live. I will learn to never doubt us or have worries. And I will never stop thinking about you, about us. Even if one day you did. :') Because I truly love you.

As I look at the pouring rain tonight, it reminds me so much of you. I wonder if there will ever be a day where I will get over your smile, I wonder if there will ever be a day where I will let go of your hugs, I wonder it there will ever be a day where I will forget the words you once said to me, I wonder if there will ever be a day where I will ever forget about us. I wonder if that one day would come where either one of us or both of us decides to let go, or forget about one another. That one day is scary. I don't ever want it to come by.

I know I love you because I want to get you medicines when you’re sick. I know I love you because I want to slap anyone who hurts you, even if it’s your boss. I want to hold you when you’re having a nightmare and kiss the spot that hurts when you bump into something. I know I love you because I want you to be healthy even when you’re not sick, and that’s why I keep bugging you to change your crappy eating ways even though I know you’re over hearing about it. I know I love you because I worry about the stuff only people who love you worry about, like the amount of quality sleep you get a night and how much you smoke when you’re sad and whether you’re getting enough vegetables. I know I love you because I freak out when you’re obviously disintegrating yet too stubborn and too “I’m fine” to actually go to the doctor. I know I love you when i get overly concerned about you playing football with your injured legs. I know I love you because I think you’re amazing even when you’r

I few weeks ago I was waiting at the train station and out of nowhere I see this girl, she’d obviously been crying and hadn’t slept for a while. I tried not to stare but it was so strange because she had nothing with her. No phone, wallet, bag, anything. She sat down on the edge of the train tracks and kicked her shoes off, just as the train was about the pass she took a few steps back and started running towards the edge of the platform and that’s when I knew she was going to jump in front of the train. I panicked and stepped in front of her. I wasn’t just going to watch someone kill themselves. The train passed and she sat down on the ground all curled up and just cried. I sat down next to her and even though she was a complete stranger I felt like I knew her. I sat there and held her whilst she cried. I barely made out the words ‘why’d you stop me’ between sobs. I didnt know what to say and My reply, ‘because I know what you’re feeling. I sit here everyday wanting to jump aswell. B

What Love Shouldn’t Feel Like By Christopher Hudspeth Love shouldn’t feel circumstantial. It shouldn’t feel as if I love you more than you love me or vice versa. There shouldn’t be conditions, levels or lesser degrees of love. If there are then whatever you’re feeling is something else. Maybe lust, maybe like, maybe comfort – but certainly not love. The effort shouldn’t be one-sided; all of the little things can’t come from one contributor; and if you hurt, your companion should as well. Love shouldn’t make someone feel like a bother. We shouldn’t be able to empathize with a pesky gnat at a picnic, being shooed away. Love shouldn’t be treated like hard labor, and it shouldn’t feel like it either. It shouldn’t make us sad more often than happy, or lead to bad times outweighing the good. Love shouldn’t consist of waiting around to hear from the person you care infinitely about. That’s the worst. Sitting by your

            It's 4am on a Thursday morning, and she should be asleep under her covers, not awake and typing this out. She just can't seem to fall asleep. Maybe it's insomnia, or maybe it's just how she likes to live. Thoughts are swirling around her mind in a jumble that she can't seem to understand, and at this peaceful moment, where she’s almost alone in her room, with just her music and no disturbances, it seems okay. She guesses it’s okay because right now, she can just think of those thoughts one by one. Even though she doesn't know the answers to some of the questions, even though she doesn't understand why these thoughts plague her in the first place, it's okay. She is okay, with herself. In fact, maybe she is great with herself. She wants to feel great. She doesn’t want to live in a cosset thinking that life is not worth living.                But then, the world is full of pretentious people and pretending. So, what if she plays pretend

Day 1197 23rd November 2012 It is the 2nd week of the semester holidays and honestly, things did not go well. Not with him, nor with her friends. It seems as though things were so dreadful. She needs to live in a felicity state. It came to a point today that she felt that she was losing him and she knows it is something she can’t bear.  So there she goes, writing this out on the 1197 th day, hoping that from now onwards, every little memory of him would be typed out instead of spoken out. Maybe it's better to give space than to be part of it. Maybe, it's better to let him live life by himself than be part of it. You see, there are so many maybe's and it's just taking up too much space in her mind. It may be too late but she knows that it is still worth it. She’ll wait. She’ll cry and she will cover her sadness with a smile, but she will never ever love him less. That is a promise. A promise that she made months or maybe years ago, but definitely she will k