"the right one will come catching,
when you stop chasing the wrong ones"
well then,
i made a huge mistake here.
what if the right one had already come,
while i was holding on to the wrong one?
this is just......oh so mad.
so frustrating,
to know that i had been cold.
to know that i had taken for-granted.
to know that i had been reckless.
to know that i might have missed it all.
i felt it,
i feel it even more so.
it is such a refreshing comfort,
that we might as well had known for life.
what have i done.
subtle yet direct.
powerful yet fragile.
arrogant yet kind.
witty yet gentle.
confident yet insecure.
in and out,
i found myself loving the freshness.
i found myself loving the conversation.
i found myself loving the touch.
and i found myself waiting.
bang bang!
now i know i'm in real trouble.


love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting for the next x or o.
ReplyDeleteloving reading your blog, the swing and swirl of words as they tangle with my emotions and souls.