It’s Not So Good When You’re On Your Own.

I remember writing something about Jane Austen’s “Persuasion”, about a part Anne’s lover wrote to her years after they parted… And tonight, after watching ‘The Lake House’ on DVD, I’m reminded of the painful love story again.

The whole thing about waiting.

Today is Christmas Day, and I don’t wanna spoil it with some sad love story – but I just can’t help it. I suppose I can speak from experience? Allow me to set the mood for a mellow setting on a morning like this, alright? After all, it’s 0252 hours right now.

Maybe this song will help:

I wouldn’t consider myself a love guru, but having been in a few serious relationships here and there, I believe Daddy God has a hand in them. Intervening them in some way or another, aligning me back to the plans He has for me.

I don’t know.

The Lake House is just fiction. But the emotions – they’re real.

But this waiting game thing..

Bleh.

It’s not loneliness. It’s.. realising you don’t really need to hunt for that certain someone when he’s actually right there. Maybe you might wanna catch the movie yourself and get what I mean.

I’m sleepy.