A Pencil For A Thought

You Must Be The Prince

You must be the Prince and I am your Princess. Partly because, you are always there to protect me. But you said that a prince is so far from you. That it doesn't suit you. Prince's are just on fairy tale books. And it will never be come true. 

I was hurt. Because if that's the case, I can't have you the way I wanted to. I believe in fairy tales. I believe in happy endings. And I believe that you are my prince. But you don't believe in all those stuffs. And that's the reason why maybe, I can't have you. 

You are really a mind puzzle to me. You seem to full of secrecy. There are things you didn't say. And there are things I wanted to know. Like if you love me. Cause you never said it. 

You must be the thing I am so afraid to lose. Partly because, you are so important to me. But it's just gets me to think about, why I am so afraid to lose you, when in the first place you are not even mine. Though, I am definitely yours. 

I began to imaging more things. I began to imagine myself wearing in a beautiful white gownwalking in an aisle with a sweet smile on my lips. |And on the altar, there was you. Smiling. So good in your black tuxedo. 

Maybe, imagining too things is not advisable to anyone. Because when reality wakes you up, the nostalgia hits you. And that is you're just in imagination. And it will never be come true.