How many times did I look at my phone to check if he called...
Nth time.
How many times I texted and waited for a response...
Nth time.
How many hours did I wait because he said he's going to come over...
Nth time.
How many times I told myself he is not mine...
Nth time.
How many times I wish I can hold him whenever I want...
Nth time.
How many times I refuse to believe he has a band on his finger, goes home to his wife, and doesn't care for me as much...
A Thousand nth time.
:-(
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Love Blinds Self-Respect
Raise your hand if in any point in your life you didn't experienced a lost of little of self-respect because you have loved someone so much even though you know it was forbidden or really cannot be "us" in long term, but here you are crying your heart out because he cannot give you what you want- his self.
He sends you flowers. He sings for you. He brings you food. He opens the door for you. He brings you medicine. He cooks for you. He holds your hands crossing the street. He listens on your rantings. He laughs on your silliness. He plays your favorite song. He says "I love you" at unexpected times. He drives long hours to see you. He picks you up at work. He upsets you with his forgetfulness. He gives you a kiss before he go. He hugs you when you're not looking. He makes you mad when he doesn't call. He forces you to put Bruce Willis on the dvd player. He lets you complain at the restaurant. He fixes things you break in the house. He carries your boxes out of the house. He puts the trash out.
He do things for you.He makes you feel things.He shows you ways.And he knows how to break the magic in just one flip of a finger. And poor 'lil 'ol you... because no matter what, it can't be the both of you.
With reasons beyond your control, he would always belong to his wife, he would always be protective of what is his, he would always be afraid to commit, and he would always be the man you wish you can have... for good.
He sends you flowers. He sings for you. He brings you food. He opens the door for you. He brings you medicine. He cooks for you. He holds your hands crossing the street. He listens on your rantings. He laughs on your silliness. He plays your favorite song. He says "I love you" at unexpected times. He drives long hours to see you. He picks you up at work. He upsets you with his forgetfulness. He gives you a kiss before he go. He hugs you when you're not looking. He makes you mad when he doesn't call. He forces you to put Bruce Willis on the dvd player. He lets you complain at the restaurant. He fixes things you break in the house. He carries your boxes out of the house. He puts the trash out.
He do things for you.He makes you feel things.He shows you ways.And he knows how to break the magic in just one flip of a finger. And poor 'lil 'ol you... because no matter what, it can't be the both of you.
With reasons beyond your control, he would always belong to his wife, he would always be protective of what is his, he would always be afraid to commit, and he would always be the man you wish you can have... for good.
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