I want you to be my last love because I can’t imagine spending life with anyone else.
Chances are, you are wondering where the hell he is or whether or not he would still be able to find you.
To sum it all up, my heart simply grew tired of you.
You who never craved for my heart.
And yet, I still missed you
with every single beat
of this damn heart.
He didn’t think I was beautiful. He didn’t read my thoughts. And the universe, not once conspired for his soul and mine to be together.
When that day comes, I sincerely hope there will be room for you and me.
I hope someday we get to spend time instead of wasting it.
The intensity in feeling for someone, comes and goes. It’s never permanent. Which is why you should know that sooner or later, you will get over it.
Be a firm believer of perfect timing. Each day you plot things according your way. You set goals, priorities and you work your way to achieve those best laid plans.