I am now a tiny girl stuck in the hell of romantic couples around. Alone, lonely, bored, jealous, not with the guys the girls are dating but with the relationship they’re both having. The datings. I’m happy for them but not with myself. It’s so saddening being like this. I want a relationship, I REALLY WANT IT!
Months by months passed seeking for the right one. Got nothing than a big disappoinment. Working hard to make things alright and fun but it’s just a waste of time. I failed at it. Nothing’s alright and fun. I’ve been single forever and how much longer do I have to stay this way? Even for a crush, I don’t have.
I want phone calls until midnight, romantic textings, cuddles under the stars and then everything ends with a kiss. How sweet that could be.
How much longer do I still have to dream of it? Isn’t the time I’ve used to dream enough? When it feels like it’s been forever dreaming. Forever waiting, seeking, and suffering.
I’m already sick with the lonely, not just Saturday nights, all nights and all days. All chocolates I bought and ate myself alone on the last valentine. Weekends I used to spend the whole time with my only him. Much time I wasted to think of him. Smiling when nobody saw any reason at all for me to smile. Cause whether the persons you love are near or far, they always stay in your heart and head all the time. but now, there’s nobody,nobody.
So, when will my prince come save me from this whole entire lonely world?
I don’t need a bucket of roses or any other kind of flowers. A bunch of chocolates and my favorite foods nor beverages. All the best I can get is my only prince.
I never really know who this guy on my mind is. All I know’s I can’t leave a day without thinking of him. The way he laughs, the way he looks. 2 things that always stay in head.
That day I can’t forget. That day when everything started.
Even, I don’t know your name and you know that makes me feel so lame.
You’re the one my heart always misses. Maybe you’ll be the one who fills all of my life’s emptiness. Everyday, wishing something that’s unable to ever come true. Spending so much time to wonder if I could ever meet you again. Impossibility is what I always see. No clues I can figure out. It’s so frustrating but how could I ever let go?.
I don’t know why I would let myself think of an anonymous and suffer because I can never seem to figure all these mysteries.
Never wished this to ever happen. It’s terrible. I didn’t know at that time that this crush wouldn’t be going away.