Monday, April 9, 2007
The Wrong One
I have chosen the wrong person to fall in love with. He is much older than I am, and I cannot hope to ever know his love. Although I pray that he likes me, he barely knows me. When I read what he writes, I feel close to him, and I hope that he feels the same, but I know he doesn't. Because after all, what sane guy would fall for me? What normal guy could ever like a girl with as many personalities as a jewel face and a way of letting her anger go that would put Vesuvius to shame? No one would possibly ever want to be near me just to be with me. So I'll keep dreaming.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
It's not really important the difference between your ages. You don't know what the other person feels till he tells you. Sometimes you must allow your mind to accept things you think are impossible. Maybe that's why some people says love is like magic: you really don't understand why things are going that way, but mysteriously they are.
The world is full of humans, and -somewhere- there's at least one who would like you. It's not proven, but I think it must be true (it's what I want to think when I'm alone).
Keep on dreaming, but remember one day you'll have to wake up.
Post a Comment