I hope you know, I’m still waiting. Though those times may always be interrupted by something or someone, I always end up wondering if i have already meet you or not. Or if you’re still out there looking, and searching for parts of me in every person that you meet. Are you tired of playing games too? Don’t worry. I am too.
I’m still hoping that one day we’d meet. And when that day comes i hope there’ll be no more distractions. Just you and I, facing the world holding each other’s hands. Having each other’s backs. And ever so quietly whispering in our minds, “I’m home. At last.”
Someday we’ll outgrow the darkness in us and i wish our “someday” arrives soon.
I know we’d love it if we made it.
We know we’d love it if we made it.
