if i knew then what i know now


A little something i'd wrote during my stay in Genting Highlands on the third night.


If I were a boy...

I'd tell a girl she's precious.

I'd respect her and treat her the way I'd expect to be treated because in this big world, she may just be another pretty face, but to someone (or more), she may be the world.

I'd tell her she's beautiful, not pretty. Cause' no matter how much some of them deny it, they are, in the eyes of those who love them. Age doesn't matter when it comes to beauty. Whether they're sucking on their thumb as a baby in the cradle, running around paying hide-and-seek at six, crushing on boys when their fifteen, dating when their twenty- one or happily retired at the age of sixty, they never do hear it enough.

I'd write her letters just to tell her that I miss her - miss seeing her beautiful smile or miss stroking her soft brunette hair - each day that goes by when I'm not with her.

I'd think up ways to churn out ideas to surprise her, ways that will remind her of what made her fall in love with me, in the first place.

Lastly, I'd tell her how much I love her. Not just by meaningful whispers but through little romantic gestures. Because when it's not enough said and expressed, it soon fades away into oblivion.

A girl is very complex. Our heart is fragile and our mind is easily twisted. We need strong male role-models, such as a Dad, in our life to depend on, to be our tower of refuge and strength. No matter how much, at times, we try to deny let alone refuse to accept it, we all need someone in our lives, someone whom we trust enough to run to, to find closure.