When "I Like You" Was Enough.

11.30pm. ( last week)

I was unpacking my bag trying to put everything in its respective place. I took a few polaroid photo's earlier today and I wanted to keep it where all my other pictures were kept.  I stumble upon a few of my older polaroid pictures and was determined to go through every single one of them. 

There were some pictures of my ex and ex bestfriend and other memories that I hold very dearly. 

I also came across a letter from an ex which was written on the 21 October 2012. The letter was not well written but it was composed from the heart.

After reading the two paged letter it made me realized that I do not remember when was the last time I actually felt compelled by someone's love. I both wish that I was still naive, that I was able to love freely before my heart was misled and broken but at the same time I did not regret going through what I have been through to be the person I am today. Honestly, I do not know if it is a beneficial or an opposing impact. 

I remember when "I like you" was enough. I remember this darling guy who was in my school who left a rose on my table during break time with a small note stating "Would you go on a lunch-break date with me tmr?" Even promised me to make me peanut butter sandwich. During the bygone times, it was enough when someone just confess and tell you how they feel about you and the whole middle school crush thing was driving the butterflies in your tummy insane. I still remember the moments of holding hands was enough. That sneaking out of your house at 3am in the morning to meet that "special" someone at the park nearby your house to star gaze was way better than expensive restaurant dinner dates. 

I remember keeping a diary, writing everyday about how my day was not even bothering about uploading couple pictures on instagram and that was enough. I remember not knowing how to cook and we would walk hand in hand to the nearest hawker centre and order the cheapest western food and that was enough. 

What happened? 

When did we start expecting so much? When did love depends on how many likes and how times you post a picture of you and your other half on the net ? What happened to intimacy and privacy? When did dates become spending time in high class restaurants while pressing our phones trying to upload another picture on instagram?  When did relationships became a subject to talk about among friends and other people who are not suppose to get involved no matter what happens?

 I hope we realized that social media is influncing of what's best in each of us. I want to remind all of us that we could just slow down for awhile , look at someone and have small genuine talks over coffees or sweater cuddle moments. To share moments with someone by starring at the sky when the sun rises, when it sets and when the stars decides to fill the sky. To have book dates while eating grapes and sandwiches. To not care about impressing people and what they think about your life. Your life does not have to be great but what is life then, if you're not as happy as you are portrayed in your instagram pictures?

Pictures can only remind us where we were,what we see,who we were with but what we felt then, will never be the same again.

Till then, much love.