Heaven, Earth, and a little bit of hell

I CANNOT

earth|i cannot 

To the one who got away,

One day, you'll meet a guy and he's gonna notice every little detail about you. How you eat your food, how you sip your drink, how you dance to your favorite song, how you smell at every point of the day, how even the littlest things can make you smile, how hyper you can be when you eat sweets and how it brings out the kid in you, how cranky you get when you're tired or hungry, how you think you're ugly in all your pictures even though you aren't. And you know what? He's gonna love you for that.

He's gonna love the fact that sometimes you cry yourself to sleep. He's gonna love you even though there are a lot of promises you cannot keep. He'll love the fact that you want to be his princess but also an independent queen. He'll love your mood swings and temperaments and your quirkiness and your unpredictability. He'll love those scars you got from your cuts. He'll love those love handles you get from snacking too often. And he'll love all your insecurities.

I hope that "someday" will come sooner. So that he can mend the wounds that I cannot, give you a lasting smile that I cannot, make your tummy feel weird and give you a sense of security that I obviously cannot. I loved you, but it seems not enough.

And I do hope you find him ...

So he can love you ...

The way I cannot.