One of your aunties told me the other day: you shouldn’t be in any relationship now or at least don’t be too serious in any, yet. You’re young, smart, beautiful and have a long life ahead you. Go out and date. Meet new people and just take it easy.

After two previous intense relationships, I was telling myself maybe your aunty had a point, although casual dating has never been in my habit before. It’s just not me. But I decided to give it a go. I tried to stay open-minded whenever someone approaches me and learnt to at least, appreciate the new bond. Until one day, one of those monkeys almost ‘choked’ me with his future plans, dreams and proposal. I rejected politely at the beginning but he was getting more persistent, as if "Alice was still alive and living in her own fantasy world".

Did I take part on the creation of that world? I can assure you, no. And Constance, when someone is broken-hearted, he or she is capable of doing anything beyond your imagination. It's a completely different person (although my first five seconds with him were giving me bad signals already. Please read my book, Blink by Malcom G.).

What happened next was preety predictable. He was upset, very upset, talked nonsense with no direction. I hope you won’t get this character from me but whenever someone is being rude to me, I tend to throw the ball back twice harder. It became ugly. Harsh words were thrown away. I never heard such thing before. It was cruel and hurtful. Struggling from a wound healing process, the past images and scenes from my past relationship just came back and hit me hard. I re-visited those dark corners and couldn’t help to burst into tears like a kid.

I shouldn’t have listened to your aunty to act outside my own characters, to become a person i was never be. I should have listened to myself, gave myself some space to reflect on things instead of rushing out and jumping on the saddle while the horse is still shaking. Having fun has never been in my world of romance. Never ever.

My dearest, always believe your instincts. Women are blessed with sensitivity to read such things.

Your aunty Easter said something else: don’t expect people too much (especially when idealism is in your mind and heart), everybody has different personality. You should accept it, otherwise you will be disappointed in your life.

Cliche yet so true.