Since day one,he cherished me over all.
From the first moment his eyes landed on me,he knew I was the one.
He knew I'll be his light that would pave its way through his darkness.
He also knew that I'll be his pit of despair,his anguish,his heartbreaker,but still he chose me.
In a playground full of people,he'd always look for me.He wouldn't settle down until his eyes would find mine.I could see then the sparkle his eyes would give and the lopsided smile his lips form.I could sense his relaxation from miles and I could feel the burden lift from his shoulders as if one look was all what he desired.
The looks he threw in my direction had always killed me for I knew that I couldn't return his love,his tenderness, and his sweetness.I knew that I couldn't give him what he wanted.Yet,he waited and waited.No matter how many times his heart was shattered because of me,he'd always pick the broken pieces and place them in my hands.He'd have that tiny spark of hope that I'll be his someday no matter how much it takes.He'd never gave up on me when I gave up on myself.
I loved him.I really did,but never did the intensity of love I hold for him exceed the limit of friendship.Yet,I did not want to hurt him for he was the only person who never thought of hurting me.He'd prefer to suffer in anguish rather than breaking my heart,so how could I break his?
I'd hate myself for days.I'd hate my heart for keeping him out.How could he turn the one who defeated the odds for my sake down?
I am no other than an ordinary person is other's eyes,but in his I could sense how the world would fit and I wouldn't.
He'd do anything that sends me smiling whatever it took him,and that smile would bubble his heart with joy.
Whenever I begged him to forget me,he'd forrow his brows puffing out a "never".
He'd wait for eternity for him to sneak into my heart,and until now my heart still refuses him.
Until now,I still hate myself for I know that every second a knife stabs at his heart because of me.
I want to love him.I really do,but am not able too.I want to wipe away every bad memory he has.I want to feel his lovely face in my hands.I want to steal his anguish and offer him myself.Yet,I sense that my heart is made up of steel..
At sometimes,I'd lay awake thinking of how would I feel if I held such emotions for someone and he didn't feel the same.I'd feel the tight clench of my heart for just the thought is enough to shred it into pieces.I can't imagine then the amount of pain he's holding or how he can be so composed and never burst out from anguish or anger..
Till when I'll keep him waiting,till when?
