Today, I saw her but I haven’t had the guts to talk to her, to the least look her way. What the hell, I don’t know what came to me? I even don’t have any word to find just to speak or utter.
Last night, I might have blown my only chance to talk to her. But maybe I was just being practical about it. What’s the point of it? Here was the only girl I ever love so much, here was the girl that I’ve hurt, here was the girl that I long for but doesn’t want me anymore.
So, I ask myself what’s the point of it all? Will I joke myself again and be happy about it all when in the end I know it doesn’t point to anywhere or amount to anything. I thought I’d be happy seeing her, I was but who am I kidding? It’s I, myself….
I thought I’ve finally found the love of my life but it was I also who destroyed the very essence of my bleak existence. God knows how much I love her and I’d do anything just to bring her back in my arms again… But reality bites and I’m just being realistic about all these that are strangely happening.
Maybe I threw all the possible chances that there will come a time that we’ll be meant for each other. Before, I believe that love can move everything but I was proven wrong and what am I supposed to do? I have blind faith that now maybe is weakening but I know deep inside that there is still a strand of hope and belief that all will be the way it should have been.
Today, I saw her but it doesn’t mean that I should be ecstatic about the incident rather I like to put it in a way ---- in a way of gradually letting go of my madness to her; maybe its time to move on because I know that in the end, my suffering will end. I should be strong at this time ---- coz I have to.
Last night, I might have blown my only chance to talk to her. But maybe I was just being practical about it. What’s the point of it? Here was the only girl I ever love so much, here was the girl that I’ve hurt, here was the girl that I long for but doesn’t want me anymore.
So, I ask myself what’s the point of it all? Will I joke myself again and be happy about it all when in the end I know it doesn’t point to anywhere or amount to anything. I thought I’d be happy seeing her, I was but who am I kidding? It’s I, myself….
I thought I’ve finally found the love of my life but it was I also who destroyed the very essence of my bleak existence. God knows how much I love her and I’d do anything just to bring her back in my arms again… But reality bites and I’m just being realistic about all these that are strangely happening.
Maybe I threw all the possible chances that there will come a time that we’ll be meant for each other. Before, I believe that love can move everything but I was proven wrong and what am I supposed to do? I have blind faith that now maybe is weakening but I know deep inside that there is still a strand of hope and belief that all will be the way it should have been.
Today, I saw her but it doesn’t mean that I should be ecstatic about the incident rather I like to put it in a way ---- in a way of gradually letting go of my madness to her; maybe its time to move on because I know that in the end, my suffering will end. I should be strong at this time ---- coz I have to.
