I grew up not knowing what it feels like to have some someone care for you; to need you, or even to be love by someone else.
But all of that change since I’ve come to know you. You fill all the missing emotions in my life. You brought back the smile I once lost. You care for me like no one does. You need me as if I’m the only one you can count on. And most importantly, I started to love you; Love that I thought exists only in once upon a dream...
It all begins when I first saw you lying in the muddy road full of bruises. You we’re a victim of a carjacking and the guys who strip you off with your car leave you behind in a bloody mess. Nevertheless, you also got hit by a passing car when you tried to call for help not knowing that the car you are asking is the car of the accomplice.
After speeding away with their getaway car, I walk down to your aid. I brought you to a hospital only to find out that you will be in a comatose stage. The doctors told me that you have a slim chance of waking up and there’s a fortune to pay for your recovery.
Since money’s not an issue, I help you like a Good Samaritan will do. I pay for your expenses and leave. However, I keep coming back; visiting you, try talking to you, and even spend my time telling you my story.
These routines continue for six months, until the seventh month came when you respond to my touch by gently clutching my hand. At that moment I realized that I care for you and that you need me.
Bit by bit you started to react, and at exactly a year since I found you lying in the ground, you woke up; a weak smile plaster on your lips. That’s when I thought that I’m in love with you and can’t let you go.
Another year passed; still, your head is full of confusion. But you never show any weakness. Slowly you accept your situation and start to live normally with me by your side.
Now, I love you so much that I even stoop so low to make you love me. No matter what it takes, even if I need to conceal everything about you, I will do just to make you mine.
And then come a day you told me you love me too. I am so happy that it didn’t matter to me that the love you’re feeling is due to the fact of my own selfish desire.
I don’t care if it’s all a facade made by me.
I don’t care if you only love me by my selfishness.
What matter to me is I love you and you love me...
Even if it is nothing but a mere sweet pretence.
