Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other.
someone out there right now is smiling and saying, she is the one. that one right there who doesn’t even know it, she’s perfect without even trying.
i wanted to marry her one day, be the love of her life, be able to tell her how pretty she is, how her smile was so beautiful, the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles.
but i guess i am telling her. but not to her face, more like a piece of stone which just says her name on it. everyday is shit, why did it have to be you, why you? i love you so much and i wished that you would have seen that sooner. but one day, one day, i will be able to be with you, so i hope that wherever you are, you are looking at me and saying, I will wait.
because i will wait for you.