A Twist of Fate and A Time

Portentous Prose

It was always about you and how you messed with my head unintentionally. I just let you in because I want to, because you have share a part of yourself with me freely, without me asking to. But to see the truth in the wonderful emotions I feel are too difficult. Why would I wipe this space full of marvelous haze and dramatic daze and insatiable crazy away? Why prematurely take what will naturally deconstruct and die? Why am I to make right this wrong that is not much of a big deal as of now? I want to relish the time, the attention that you have given me for I am poor of affection. I need love and no one here could speak my language except you. You remember the words that I share and the minute things that make me me. You love the quirks that I obsessively tried to hide from others who do not understand and tend to judge. You seek me out when you need me. All these you did without a hint or clue of what you really think of me, and I accepted your deeds without questions. Maybe I am playing the fool on this stage called life where I am the true damsel in distress and I appointed you as my knight in shining armor without your knowledge. I cling to you, hung over every word, hoping and praying that all you do is really for me. Truer sentiments have not escaped your lips and now I am searching for my worth in you. Congratulations for being a walking dictionary, self, for striving to comprehend the things around you by compelling to create a fake universe where your fantasies come true without consequences. I am still in my hole, continuing to dig for clues of an existence of a love I have always imagined and waiting for the day that I will strike the gold and finally claim what is destined for me. But if this turns out to be a wild goose chase with hallucinations, then I pray to be swallowed whole by treacherous feelings that drive me to my limits, the shame that I want to face without life in my veins, and the stupid possibility of us being together. But I am a stubborn girl, and I will still find ways to find out what are your views of me and if I am to officially give up in romance with you. Emotions, do tell me what to do. Do care to tell me if it's over because i could possibly assure you that for as long as I am alive and this communication doesn't die, then my heart still beats for the one who understands me. He will still be the one after his heart I always pine.