My heart hurts when your name suddenly appears out of the blue.
It weeps at the thought of you possibly becoming someone else's future.
It screams in frustration when it thinks of the reality, a reality in which my heart nor I, myself am worthy enough for a gem like you.
Someone so precious, so beautiful.
Just the thought of your smile blows me away, and the thought of my slim to none chances pain my poor heart.
A wish is all I can make, a dua is all I beg for. "It's a waste of time", they all tell me.
I know it too.
But deep down I beg my Lord for a chance, because He can make the impossible possible.
I beg for a chance, even just once to make you my other half, my halal.
To at least try.
Even with the lack of confidence and self-esteem within, even with my social anxiety stopping me from communicating to the cashier at the counter, even with the stupidity that comes out of my mouth at times, I still beg.
Because you are worth those prayers.
You are worth the effort and the countless days and nights, minutes to hours I pray begging for you because you are worth it.
Because it's simply you I'm crazy in love with.
It's been you for the years past,
but you don't even know my name.
YOU ARE READING
To the Beautiful You
PuisiI couldn't say it to you in reality, so I speak to you with my unsaid words. Just a girl, a diary, and her unrequited feelings
