I’ve been living in this world for 22 years
I’ve been in love with a same person for 9 years now
And I’ve been unable to fallin’ love with someone else, the same way as I did to him, for 9 years either
I treasure that love the most, the love who took everything, everything from my adolescent day and my ability to greatly love someone.
I know I tell story about him too much, but he’s the reason I found my way to literature world. If I ain’t meeting him, If my fate turns cold on me and makes our meeting slip in time, I dont think I’ll ever gonna be able to write, or become a writer.
Well, I must say that everything has it’s reason.
And I know my reason to write is because of my never-ending love for him.
Some of you who read this will laugh, and your cynical lips will spill the words, “Oh, this was happened to every teenage girl in her fourteen. For God Sake, you’re twenty-two!”
I am twenty-two, So what? If I am, still waiting for a prince on a white horse, will that harm you? Will that leave a scar to your reality as it did to mine?
Despite of what happened to me, I never give up. My question is “Why do I have to given up that thought? Because people told me to grow up and forget?”
I do become a grown-up and I always tend to forget things easily.
But that leaves me nothing than my desire to once again sink into his brown eyes, knowing he’s fine and alive, that we both standing under the same sun and breath the same air. I know we can’t go back to who we used to be, when pouring rain trapped us together in the same telephone box. Two innocent kids, unprepared for their first love.
What did I miss? Myself at that time or the memory of him?
Well, this will be my last post for 2013. My mood is a bit down lately, but I still hope for everyone’s happiness next year, too. Just smile, that heals more than any medicine.
So .. Will I be able to meet him, once again, next year? How do you think, guys?