Someone will come someday
someday, Someone will come to sweep me off my feet.
someday, Someone will come to hug me tight at all moments moment requires.
someday, Someone will come and put my picture above all others in his wallet.
someday, Someone will come and wish to be with me on all moments possible, and impossible.
someday, Someone will come to wish to give me everything he’s got.
someday, Someone will come and he wouldn’t mind if i am all over him. and he won’t leave me just because he’s my life and in fact, he’ll loove me to death for that.
someday, Someone will come to listen to all my whines and rants.
someday, Someone will come to treat me fairly.
someday, Someone will come to treat me to lunches and dinners so he could be with me, not otherwise.
someday, Someone will come and he’ll wish not to see my tears beacuse he couldn’t bear the thought of me crying, not because he feels guilty for the tears.
someday, Someone will come to text me all day and night, not only when i text first or when he needs to ask me a favor.
someday, Someone will come to text me all day and night, full of enthusiasm and not drippingly passive.
someday, Someone will come to appreciate me, not laugh at my low points.
someday, Someone will come to speak me words, and to keep it.
someday, Someone will come to care for me because he loves doing it, not because i ask him to do it.
someday, Someone will come to hug me to sleep.
someday, Someone will come to do it with me because he loves me, not because of any other reasons.
someday, Someone will come to ask me to be with him, and not only as a last resort.
someday, Someone will come to ask me to be with him, not only when his date had been cancelled. he simply won’t set any date with other girls.
someday, Someone will come to bury sad memories of him alive.
paradoxical thoughts to feed the ironies :))
when you think you are striking a balanced and stable life, some things would wave at you from a distance, vigorously in fact, to show you of what you are missing. you ignore it, for you don’t want to feel the dreadful feeling of sadness for those things you are convincing your mind as “unimportant”. you would try to see benefits of their absence in your life but just about when you are slowly making a progress in your temporary mission of retaining sanity, it teases you more. and the more infuriating part of this whole deal is that no matter how much you shun it away from your line of vision, it just creeps into you as if it is the only thing available in the world, as if it is the only thing available for you to see. It is then that you start probing the option of giving up trying to live with forced freedom.
you hate her and there could be no rational reason for the hatred. you do not even try looking for a sensible reason. why bother, you think. you hate her and you love hating her. at this point, no other matter is important, not even the reason, for hating her is all that gives you bliss. hating her keeps you sane. hating her eases the pain brought into your heart. hating her keeps the life of things. hating her is all that is important.
