Once in a while you come across a scene so picture-perfect that you feel an impulse to reach for your camera or double check to make sure it's real.
It could be a person, the sky, a landscape, a mountain, a shore, a valley, a picture, a painting, s...
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I waited for you, you know? It was really a long wait and I was willing to risk it. I thought waiting for you was the only option. I waited... craving for you to knock at my door and sincerely I would gladly welcome you with a warm hug. Why? (Chuckles) Because I loved you. I did! But you didn't come back, but I kept hoping that somehow my dream and fantasy will become realistic.
Then I realized there is pain in hoping, that my fantasy will never clash with reality. So I stopped waiting slowly.
Oh the pain, inexpressible agony. Time passes and I got used to it. But a question lingered still... Did I stop loving you?
Another pain struck as I answered. "No."
What is this kind of Love? Does it differs?
I think it's the kind that would want to be selfless and want you to be happy. It's the kind that craves for you but never to have. It's the kind that loves to sit beside you and have endless talk of Life, dreams abs ambitions. But I despise the hurt it brings, because your words comes like a sharp knife to the heart.
Then I realized... I wasn't scared of loving you. I was, of getting close to you because of the aftermaths.
But then, unexpectedly you came back and I thought, "Oh Joy! A dream come true."
Alas. Was I wrong. You only came back to bid a proper goodbye. I shivered and swallowed my heavy tears.
Did He notice? All high hopes and expectation went down the drain. All in vain.
So to the one that left... I loved you, after. Although you didn't . Though it hurts to see you go , with another one but regardless I'm happy. Your happiness matters. Keep the smile alive. ~ The one who patiently waited.
