I am someone who love fiercely. Then ends up getting hurt and disappointed. Then I find courage again to love, again and again and again. When I looked back at this, I learnt that I am brave to take chances and risks, and despite that, I always open up myself to love. It's not that I kept on searching, it's just that the wrong people keeps entering my life and I took chances on it. You can't blame fate, it's written. But importantly, I learnt that every time when things don't work out, I'll live, I'll forgive and I'll forget the pain, somehow.

I pint on hopes, hope after hope. Hoping that someday, that special someone who loves and accepts me, knows the value and meaning of what family is and what hurt and disappointment is. I know he is out there, praying and wishing for someone like me, vice verse, I am praying and hoping for someone like him. I don't know when will he ever appear in this life, but I know the time will come when Allah wills it. Trust in Allah, yes I will and I will try to believe in it. 

But for now, I shall fill my life with accomplishments and better improvement for myself and surround myself with positive people who actually cares about me. Because I don't know, who is coming to me first. Death or soulmate. But the real deal here, am I ready for any of these?