I hate waiting, and waiting for you is becoming crazier as each day passes. You have no idea how much effort it takes to watch my heart lose faith each day.
I hate waiting, and I’m waiting for a certainty that feels so blurry at the moment. You’re there. I’m here. I don’t understand why time has to keep us apart.
I hate waiting. My heart’s bursting with so much agony. If they can have love, why can’t I? How cruel the world can be.
I hate waiting. I can just imagine what meeting you will feel like. Floating. Dreaming. My heart bursting into shattered pieces, making way, welcoming you in a place that was waiting, waiting for forever.
I hate waiting. But i will, for i know you will be worth it.
When time comes when we finally realize we’re meant for each other, i’ll probably cry tears of joy. Coz waiting will finally cease.
For quite some time now, years, actually, i have learned to live a life alone.
i’ve hopped from one coffee shop to another, wondering what it’s like to finally share a table with you.
read one book to the next, stealing scenes from pages for the sake of our own story.
Written tons and tons of letters, hoping one day they’ll make you realize how long i waited for you.
This familiar feeling of loneliness.
When time has become unbearable, for such emptiness knocks and leaves where it was meant hidden.
You, the struggled creature.
The crying soul and misery.
The victory of pressure.
You, the subject of fear.
The falling hopes and lacking confidence.
The very source of weakness.
You, the doubting resilience.
The pushing force and warrior.
The epitome of survival.
A lot of people say “keep going”, “move forward”, or “maanad ra ka (you’ll get used to it)”. True encouraging words. However, not enough to make me understand how I can finally bridge the gap between today’s adjustment period and tomorrow’s adjusted attitude. Can anyone find me a cure to this bothering feeling? Because it sure feels like hell right now.
If all else fails, I shall go for the last option: find a lawyer husband.