Thinking Out Loud in My Boudoir: Sweet Tooth

It’s not how much money you spend for the surprise, rather, how much of yourself you put in it.

“Which is sweeter—love or sugar?”

I chuckled upon hearing that kindergartish question. The words are fundamental and the tone innocent that it appeared witty for me.

The statement hovered in my head. I wasn’t sure why the guy asked it. What I’m sure of is it made me think like a six-year-old who just saw her crush playing with another girl along the corridor.

I thought to myself, “Love’s sweetness goes beyond the taste buds. It flows down the heart and stimulates the senses.”

The munchkin in me retorted, “Sugar is forever sweet while love sometimes gives bitterness. Touché!”

Love or sugar. Flower or chocolates. Home-cooked dinner or fancy 12-course dinner date. Massage by your bare hands or Swedish massage in a hotel.

Whatever your dominant love language is—words of affirmation, service, gifts, quality time, or physical touch—the important thing is you express your true feelings out of joy and with sincerity… fine, with real love.

Don’t worry if you’re still a student, unemployed, or just not as wealthy as the other guy. Girls, ladies, women—whatever body type we have at the moment (because we, I for one, don’t grow old, only mature with age *winks)—what matters to us is the thought and the deliberateness of actions of our significant others’ expression of love.

 

It’s not how much money you spend for the surprise, rather, how much of yourself you put in it.

Love or sugar?

Uhm, like a dark chocolate or a kiwi-strawberry smoothie, love’s bumps and dents and even heartbreaks, or the other sources of bitterness or sweet-lemonading, are what make love’s taste just right…

It's the numerous feelings, tastes, and colors that love brings and teaches that make the next moment or next romance or next relationship better tasting and vibrant. It's the quintessence your expression of love and the authenticity of your feelings still weigh more to a she-heart.

I’ll go for love. It may not be forever sweet, but it sure does not cloy your appetite and melt your icing to waste or harden your boring caramel to death.

Five sure things:

            1. Telling us the basic “thank you” “sorry” “I love you” “you are special” is a very good way to hearts. (Words)

      

           2. Surprising us with your simple personally cooked food, whatever its taste, makes you better looking. (Service)

            

            3. Grabbing anything for us on your way home, like as grand as a sachet of coffee or as fancy a hand sanitizer, is like watering our blooming hearts. (Gift)

            

           4. Sitting beside us as we watch TV, waiting for us in the salon, or accompanying in the department store—whether you’re just acting you’re awake or enjoying or cool with it or not—makes you a bodyguard, correction, a security blanket which makes us feel safe. (Time)

           

           5. Simple gestures as wrapping your arms around us while watching TV, holding our hands while crossing the street, stroking our hair to sleep just make you seem like a gentle wingless angle. (Touch)

So simple to express love, right?

Us women are particular and feely like that in varying degrees. Some of us just don’t admit it, but there is that someone inside us who still wants to feel special no matter how nagger, hysterical, dominant, snooty, nonchalant, cool, we may seem.

Besides, when you're in love you don't run out of ways to express your feelings—simple or grand—and you always feel excited, tireless, and unremitting expressing what you feel just for the other feel loved and special.

Being in love is feeling limitless.

Know the love language, you will get the right measurement of love’s sweetness in different situations and days and moods and…

We seem complicated because men give us that label, but we’re not.

We are simple. We just want “you” in it.

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Thinking Out Loud in my Boudoir is a column for some of my random thoughts that, perhaps, other ladies my age are also experiencing or thinking of—whether from same vantage point or another. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s just my own voice reverberating in my own world. I will do my best to discriminate my reason in this column, and just write spontaneously the first things and thoughts that a normal lady could think of. Just writing as I think...

Flash Fiction: Time Talks

But there is nothing better for people to do than to be happy and to do good while they live.

"Tik-tok-tik-tok," says the Clock.

"Time is a language. Time is an expression," says Love.

"Live and love. Live and laugh," says Man.

"By the second my life rolls on," says the Clock.
"Every moment I spend with you is a part of me I give you," says Love.
"I live to share love and joy. I live to enjoy," says Man.

Clock:
A minute ago, I stood up.
Now, I am walking.
Later, I will conquer.

Love:
In autumn you came, I fell in love.
In winter you lied, I was hurt.
In spring you were gone, I grieved.
In summer I accepted things, I found real love.

Man:
Yesterday I was born.
Today I am living.
Tomorrow I will rest.
In the morning I smiled.
At noon I cried.
In the evening I laughed. 

"Time ticks slowly when you’re idle;
Time flies fast when you hurdle," says Clock. 

"Truth is, I constantly walk by the second... Slowly but surely," Time tells.

"Yet, how and with whom we spend time determines who or what our priorities and treasures are," says Love.

“Truth is, where you use me to nurture it, there your heart is,” Time declares.

"Life moves with time in circle, not because it sometimes puts you on top and sometimes at the bottom; but because every new beginning comes from some endings," says Man.

"Truth is, life moves with me in circle because you don't know where and when an old chapter stops and when and where the new beginning starts and the ending ends," Time shares.

The three agreed:

"Go! Just move with time...
Like time, just keep walking forward.
Your darkness and coldness may come; but surely your sun will rise again," says Clock.

"Go! Just invest time...
Spend time for and with the people and things you love.
Don't count time; make your time count," says Love.

"Go! Just roll with time...
Like time, just pass through the same old hours.
You will surely pass by familiar faces, familiar places, and familiar experiences; but just make sure you are no longer who you were. Improve," says Man.

Like time, grow up and roll onward.
Put your life in the care of the Great Restorer of the lost time, for God make all things beautiful in His own time.

There is a perfect time for every activity under heaven.
Don't rush, savor life.
Enjoy, learn, and improve every moment.

There is...

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to be silent and a time to speak.

But there is nothing better for people to do than to be happy and to do good while they live.