Why we should avoid falling in love while traveling?
First of all, let me just remind you that everything and everyone you meet on the road is just passing by. No one’s gonna stay, not even you. You’ll make plenty of memories for sure and leave footprints on every stunning beach that you’ll visit but then you’ll fly again. Enjoy. Indulge every adventure that takes your breath away but don’t be clingy. Everything is temporary.
So what happened to you in Taiwan?
I think the real reason why most people have suffered from heartbroken over unrequited love? Once they acknowledged their admiration for someone, they would immediately jump into this wild imagination of silly fairy tales, the fancy love story of a happy ending and skip the most critical part, the reality check. Like seriously. You know that you would know it. But you chose to ignore the fucking red flags and just slide down with your nonsense feelings. But hey, what if it’ll work? Don’t we all deserve a chance? Bitch, please. You are going home in a few days. Admiring someone 1029 miles away is just crazy and purely stupid.
If it’s foggy, then by all means, abort the mission. WHILE YOU STILL CAN. While it’s still fresh. Don’t tell me you can’t do it because you certainly can. Don’t succumb to that false hope those romantic movies feed you! You always get carried away! The moment you entertain that feeling, it’ll be fun and happy at first. But it will consume you along the way. And before you know it, you’ve already fallen the bait. Stupid girl ?.
Then one day you wake up, the awful reality dawned before you that you have come a long way only to find out that it’s pointless. He doesn’t even know you exist. Wait, let me rephrase that. He knows your existence but he barely acknowledged your presence. You are so pathetic. Do you know that? You’ll find yourself walking slowly, trying hard to cross this looooong bridge of regrets, reminiscing and mostly hunting down memories pulling you back, hard. It’ll rain “what ifs” and “I should have..” making you miserable as fuck. The harder you try to forget the more the universe will conspire against you. I know. It’s almost impossible to move on. And you know what’s the worst part? You can’t do anything about it. Even if you try to escape, you’ll end up crossing that bridge one way or another. Or you go completely insane.
You see, a feeling is powerful. If you don’t groom it properly, it can either make you genuinely happy or just want to disappear forever.
Do your self a favor. Save your self from the looooong tedious process of moving on. Guard your heart always while on the road. And BE REALISTIC, PLEASE.
To the guy I met back in Taiwan, to the same guy who helped me with my Starbucks reservation in Taipei 101. Thank you. Thank you for reminding me that I am still capable of admiring someone even after 3 years of hiatus. They always say you meet someone for a reason, either a blessing or a lesson. Well, certainly you are the hardest lesson I learned while traveling.
If by any chance you are reading this, I hope you don’t find this creepy. Please don’t bother and just go on with your life. You have absolutely nothing to do with it. I’ll survive I promise. I just hope that we will never see each other again because it will be really weird and awkward. ✌️
P.S. This does not apply to everyone. In fact, maybe it only applies to me.
Read further: My Top 3 Reasons Why I Fell In Love with Taiwan.