I miss you.
From the day I opened my eyes to this world, I know you exist.
Somewhere, somehow we will meet,
I will know you, you will know me.
The question that lingers in my mind is that:
“How will I know that you are the one for me?”
Day by day, I grew up a little,
And my curiosity grew deeper,
Who are you? Where are you?
When I became a lady,
I met a lot of people and even mistaken some of them to be you.
I took the rollercoaster ride of knowing them, loving them, and breaking my heart.
I saw myself repeating the same odd mistakes all over again, time and again.
I still wonder, “have you forgotten about me?”
Little by little, insecurity well up inside of me,
Inch by inch, I pile stock a wall around my heart,
No one can come across,
No one can come near.
I am now in the dawning of midlife crisis,
Will you still come?
Do you really exist?
Will you recognize me?
Day by day, I pray, I hope and wish,
To meet you,
Because I need you,
Because I want to be with you now.
And even if I didn’t know who you really are,
I know deep inside this hollow heart of mine,
You are mine and I am yours,
Someday I will hold your hand,
Softly and gently, I will whisper in your ear,
“I Love you dear”
So, see you soon,
To the man, I have yet to Meet.
