“You do realize that you need to stop waiting, you just don’t know how…” | “No, you’re wrong. I’m not on the waiting list anymore. I did realize that I need to stop waiting, so I stopped” | “you might has stopped waiting, but deep inside your heart you’re still hoping, aren’t you ?”
That’s the question I’d never be able to answer. Waiting or hoping. What’s the differences ? you’re either waiting or hoping. Funny, isn’t it ? How feelings could take over your logic. How no matter how many times love has let you down, you keep hoping and wanting for more. How no matter how many times this certain person ignores you, you keep hoping and waiting.
Funny. Even after all these times, I still can’t get him out of my mind while he never even once thinks about me. Funny. How no matter how rude he is being to me, I keep thinking about him. Funny. How he’s being my distraction while I’m being his disturber. Funny. How I always pray to God to make him mine while I never walk across his prayers. Funny, isn’t it ?
He’s the lyrics in every song that I sing. He’s the rhyme in every song that I hum. He’s the sun who gives light into my life. He’s the umbrella that keeps me dry when it’s raining, whether it’s pouring or drizzling. He’s the ink inside my pen. He’s the reason while I’m still wide awake after 12 a.m. He’s the reason why my teacher yells at me to put down my phone. He’s everything, and even more, that I could ever imagine to fulfill my needs, to sweep away my loneliness. He’s the only one that will never make me say “i should’ve listen to them when they said run as fast as i can”.
He’s the one. The only one. But loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way like yours is like using white ink on white paper. It’s invisible. Not a single word could be read. Not a single story could be written. But I do believe in my deepest heart that nothing is impossible. That nothing can’t be changed. I do, it just takes some times. I do believe that I’m stronger than I seem. I do believe that I can change his mid. I do. I do believe that I can wait for a little more. Little more, not many, not much.
Sometimes, you love someone so much that not even the truth can change your mind. Sometimes, you love someone so much until you’re willing to hurt yourself. So meet me where the sky touches the sea, and wait for me where the world begins. I love you.
p.s: re-read this post with Islands by Young The Giant playing in your iTunes
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