we were young and we acted younger, like highschoolers so said my dearest friend. you were so much better to look at when you're closer, but the chance of even having you near is impossible. especially now, my love, you're close but you seem farther than you were before.
i wish for another moment that you'll see me alone and talk to me for just a minute. just one minute or even seconds could mean so much that a stormy day would virtually turn brighter.
i love you. did you know? i assume you didn't.
i hope now you do.
it's been a couple or more years since i knew you. but you're too hard to forget. I wanted to be with you but all i could do was to wait.
i am impulsive by nature.
i want to be loved.
the hope that made me believe faded like a candle being blown by a gentle wind, it ran away with me and you as we parted one evening on a too familiar street.
i wanted to wait longer.
but i wanted to FEEL loved.
selfishly i turned away and saw a new inspiration.
you were once an inspiration, but i didn't want you to be my desperation, my obsession, but it happened otherwise.
i love you. you are my bliss, my obsession.
i shall never forget this very hour that i wrote this journal.
for tomorrow or maybe other tomorrows, we might change our minds.
i'll keep waiting for the day that i won't run away, i'll hold your arm, your hand and ask you to stay.
july 22, 2008
12:40am
- Mood:
Bliss
rest please?
Dazed
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