I am single. I am alone. I am with no one.
I see couples pass by, I wonder when will I have my time?
I am waiting, in this long blurry line.
Often I question, God, I've been good all this time, have you forgotten to write a love story of mine?
But answers don't come. So I started pouring everything to the only thing God has given me...myself.
I now know that love does not only exist if you have someone to love. But also when you start loving yourself.
Loving one's self like it is the oxygen that you breath. Loving one's self like it is your passion, like it is the most exquisite thing.
And one day, God will come to you. "My dear, you have loved enough. You are now full of self love that you have to pour it along mine."
He will lead your way, He will let you be with the right One. And then his words will enlighten your once lonely heart. "I am sorry, I had to delay it. But did I made sure it will be worth it."
Then you will find another kind love. A love that will give butterflies to your stomach. A love that will mirror the sparkle in your eyes.
If love is waiting, why can't I? Waiting is tough. But when someone's finger will perfectly on mine, I will look up to him. "My God, I have waited to oblivion. But with the love that is with me, I thank you for all the wait. Beyond words I can cutter, this is perfect love."
