MAYBE

i like the word "maybe" because you don't have expectations to fulfil nor obligations to commit. but just maybe there's more to that: maybe i'm just not really sure, that's all. how simple. i think "maybe" is my favourite word.

early this year, i forgot how it felt like. i was like a little girl who believed in a magical jolly white man until i sneaked a peek at midnight, only to find an asian dude (no beard!) with a belly bulge stuffing my beloved lace hemmed stocking with candies i would never eat.

i mean, i am still appreciative, no doubt. but.. things just will never be the same anymore.

yet, yesterday when the credits to The Longest Ride rolled, i am reminded that "love is patient and love is kind"– something that kept me going when my feet were golden heavy. just maybe, this sudden sporadic jolt to my head means something. but, just maybe. because, expectations.