four down. two still on pending queue. one’s still processing. the other’s waiting patiently for own turn.
the couple might throw the biggest banquet for the last one.
many have dreamt of having this kind of guy. but i have dreamt of having the guy. his name have filled all the one hundred and fifty pages of my diary. he travelled every nerve in my brain and visited almost all my neurons.
a song said,”a guy like you is impossible to find.” the singer’s right. there’s nothing in the world like him.
then one day a girl knocked off my feet and shouted,”STOP IT!” right through my ears. i couldn’t let go. my body seemed trapped with the thorns of illusion.
for times i thought my name was inside his hidden box. but after getting serious heart pierces whenever this girl throws awful kisses to him, i have felt more hopeless. i have made some attempts to pull off these thorns from me, but i am just acquiring more hurt.
in the midst of moving forward, i have learned to wait. just like this man on queue.
