Perhaps Love
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Friday, June 20, 2008
11:30 PM
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. I have always have fantasies about a boyfriend, how's he gonna be, what does he look like, is he tall dark handsome or is he just a average looking geek? Is he smart, cute, dangerous, mysterious? I always wanted to meet him but for 17 years i waited to no avail.
Maybe i met him, but i missed him. As he disappears into the fog of strangers, so mysteriously, i watch him as he passes me, his sturdy footsteps ringing in my ears and my heart beat following him. He is a dream, a mirage yet to be created. I still need to find him.
Again, i think i met him but yet my senses think not. As the train i am on moves on, he moves on as well, on the platform, and i have got no idea where he's heading for. As i watch, for a second his eyes met mine and twitched for that very second. Yes i think i love you - i thought.
The third time was sensational though there seem a million people around us. We met for the very first time eye to eye, my instincts said yes but my brain says no. No. No. He's just not the one for me and i don't love him - i thought. I passed him, with tears forming in my eyes. Yes i know, my true love, gone.
Come back. Come back to me. He says. I woke up and it's just a dream. Yet his mirage is still evident in my mind, just as if i met him, for the very first time, that electrifying shock of destiny.
Dear. I will come back to you - a reply that is sent by me to you. Yet at the same time, i chose to let go, not because i don't love you, because i just want you to let me go.
The sad ending marks my will that i might never get a good man, ever. Sense and Sensibility - I chose Sensibility.
So stop crying.
