Well I guess it’s called life.
No matter what you do you can’t force such things on people.
You’re the best thing that happened to me were your words and yet I’m only needed when you’re in need.
I don’t even know what or how being happy with you is because all the time I feel your presence are the times there are tears.
What is this, I ask myself.
What are we about?
But well, things don’t come as expected.
What is the essence of the life we live?
What is our purpose?
Sometimes someone needs to write a manual about how you can live life without sorrow and pain.
What brings you joy can change within a matter of seconds.
I miss you, I really do but it seems you’re just not ready for this
It seems you just so much loved how I loved you
Love they say looks not with the eyes but with the mind
But it is without doubt that our minds aren't in sync.
Often times it ends up with us complaining because nobody did what anybody could have
What if all I have is myself. What if I end up the loner that I am.
Not that it really matters now because all said here would however not reach you. But let me take my time and describe what it is I feel.
I wish someone with a mind of “beauty is in the heart not the face” would find me because I’m becoming scared.
Sometimes I hold back not because of anything but just this question,
How proud is it you are to have me?
How not bothered are you for looking just at my heart and not my appearance?
Because I know, trust me I do.
Love and dating; I like to read about it and it’s fun to write about and to think about in my head but when it’s real, it’s scary.
It’s okay to fear the answers but you just can’t avoid them
That brings us to the question; was this ever real?
