Thursday 13 December 2018

Compromise

I started reading books about love when I was 14 and that's when I started to develop this so called fantasy that one day I'll be able to find someone that can make me feel like how those characters did. That made think that the world owes me a wonderful love story as well. I've been looking for my soul mate ever since, but as I grew older I start to think that maybe not all of us will be given a great love story and that we might never be able to find that one girl or boy that will make us feel like we are in a Nicholas Sparks novel. Maybe our ideas will forever just stay as ideas and that the little check list for our perfect pair won't ever be filled, because no real life person will ever be fit and that you push away every boy who gives you the attention you wanted the sooner you realize they're not like the prince charming in your perfect world of fiction. It has been impossible finding a soul that speaks mine, but do I have to compromise the things I look for someone that will surely make me happy just for sliver of hope that by settling with someone can somehow take away some of the loneliness that's been eating me, and that someday might give me the euphoria I've always wanted?

Saturday 26 May 2018

--or never

Last night I dreamed about you again and you were beautiful. It has been eight years since I last felt you close, held your face, got lost in your eyes, traced your smile and tasted your lips. The memories of the past comes back like an old friend that I know too well, but at the same time a stranger of the present. I was suddenly drowned in a sea of questions. Confused, I questioned myself for the nth time. "What went wrong?" and for a moment I cried realizing that I was that "wrong" that went. And my dream was the opposite of wrong, it was perfect, and it was beautiful. Eight long years and I'm still waiting-- hoping that one day even for just a second you'll see me in your dream and remember your love for me way back when. I don't know how long it would take. It'd be eight years? eighteen? eighty? now? or never, but all I know is that you will be always, truly, completely loved by me.