He make me laugh like no other.
With him, all somehow is good. I try my best. I perhaps want your approval. I perhaps want you to look at me. I perhaps just want your attention.
It doesn't really matter if its just a glance. The feeling still remains. That gulf of warmth that subdues me and somehow prevents my lungs from taking a new gulp of air.
It's strange. But somehow I welcome it? It's like my little guilty pleasure? I crave for it more and more. Perhaps this is what I'm looking forward for every time I see you. Your gaze. The same fleeting gaze.
I think I will melt if you looked straight at me longer then a glance.
But, what can I do? Except tell myself to get a grip. Cause this is just a fantasy. And fantasy never come alive. Never did, never will.
This is the rule of life that never change despite eras of destruction, construction and reconstruction. Deaths and passing of kings and queens. Rise and fall of powerful nations that seized entire control of a particular colony. Despite how many years pass, as long as the sun rises from the east and sets from the west, fantasies will remain solely in dreamland.
Once or twice, the dream will come alive. But I would rather believe in the thousand times that it didn't than get my hope up for that small glimmer of hope.
I'm not being pessimistic. Just realistic. The world isn't sprinkled with fairy dust. Every one of us have the right to know that the world isn't a Disney princess movie where everybody lives happily ever after.
Life is never fair, life is never kind. Therefore, for now, this shall continue to remain a mystery for reality.
And while typing this post, guess what happens? My crush came up the bus. Pshhhh.
No comments:
Post a Comment