How To Tell If Somebody Loves You:
Somebody loves you if they pick an eyelash off of your face or wet a napkin and apply it to your dirty skin. You...”
When I was 7,
I wrote a poem with slanty
letters, on blues and reds,
in between large spaces
between the lines,
and I had it titled
Normally, people tend to sought for things that are no longer within their arm’s reach, and honestly I am also part of that population that makes it whole. Yeah, as it sounds too unimportant but I may say “No” for you have mistaken the fact that every little details in a statistical survey is essential.
For example, I elaborated my answer on a survey that makes me live with regrets, is…
There was a time when I desired something that can’t be done, like I would take your jacket that you wore from work and hang it on the hook. While you are resting, I would prepare you a variety of delicious dinner. At the table, we would discuss how the day was and share stories like a happy family. While laying my head on top of your arm, I wanted to be a good wife who will tell, “goodnight”. As I say, it would be nice.
Yet, you always said that If we had met at a better time. We would have been destined to be together and if we were to ever meet again, let’s promise to ourselves that we don’t know each other.
Honestly, I am okay. I am alright. I am okay anytime, but really. I am not so okay, and wanted to be okay. Yet, I am quite mad at myself for not appreciating everything that everybody else makes up for me. Yeah, I am very sorry guys.
Back then, everyone was there up for me but now. I am starting to see everyones efforts on helping me to move on. At first, it was hell for me and then you came unexpectedly, you made me laugh, made smile and most of all got that thing to make my life full of colors.
I wanted to be happy, and be with the people who will make important for them.