Wrong Person, Write Love.

Prose 044

It wasn't the kind of love that I expected.

Ours never lived to my ideals of a once-upon-a-time. I didn't meet you on a place that I can go back to even after years have passed, nor did you come on a time when I was looking for love. You came along when I was at my lowest - when everything that once sparked within me have gone short-circuit.

You're not the one I was looking for.

I never needed a man who would come up with words I've long heard and read from fictional characters, which no longer have the ability to send tingles on my tired heart. You never even said the words that I wanted to hear. You always ask me questions which made me doubt everything I've felt, and you've always made me feel guilty of my selfishness for wanting you, despite myself knowing that it would only hurt us in the end because of my fears and insecurities.

I'm not looking for love, yet... I found you.

I've fallen for you despite the fact that I'll surely lose you someday, when I can no longer go back to that place where I first met you, and when everything I chose to put first starts to get the most out of my time.

I fell for you even though I feel like I've already sunk in the deepest part of my own crappy world, for you have lend me your hand even if I never asked for anyone's help.

I'm falling for you, every single time you don't say things I wanted you to utter- but those which I never knew I needed to hear. You never tried to impress me, but you always overwhelmed me with just the mere thought of you being there for me.

Our meeting wasn't a plot twist. It happened without giving me a hint that you'll be someone I'll treasure this much.

I don't know what will happen, but I'll hope that whatever comes along our way, you'll never think of the time we spent together as a time wasted.

I hope you know that loving you was something I never planned, but was something I'm willing to put my faith into.

Because for a coward girl like me, you're worth it.

- Aries Writes