You never asked me to wait for you -- and I don't even know if you want me to -- heck, I don't even know if I want to . . . but something is telling me that when you come back I'm going to be exactly what you want, and you will realize I have been here all this time, and you will wonder why you didn't want me all along. And somehow -- that will bring us to our happily ever after.

I never felt nothing in the world like this before
Now I’m missing you and I’m wishing you would come back through my door
Why did you have to go?
You could have let me know; so now I’m all alone

Boy you could have stayed but you wouldn’t give me a chance
With you not around it’s a little bit more than I can stand
And all my tears they keep runnin’ down my face
Why did you turn away?

So why does your pride make you run and hide
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know it’s a lie what you keep inside
This is not how you want it to be

So baby I will wait for you
Cause I don’t know what else I can do
Don’t tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life

Baby I will wait for you
If you think I find it just ain’t true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do
I’ll wait for you

Been a long time since you called me
(How could you forget about me)
You gotta be feeling crazy
How can you walk away
(When) Everything stays the same
I just can’t do it baby

What will it take to make you come back
I told you what it is and it just ain’t like that
Why can’t you look at me?
You’re still in love with me
Don’t leave me crying

Baby why can’t we just start all over again
Get it back to the way it was
If you give me a chance I can love you right
But you’re telling me it won’t be enough

So baby I will wait for you
Cause I don’t know what else I can do
Don’t tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life

Baby I will wait for you
If you think I find it just ain’t true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do
I’ll wait for you

So why does your pride make you run and hide
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know it’s a lie what you’re keeping inside
That is not how you want it to be

Baby I will wait for you
Baby I will wait for you
If it’s the last thing I do

Baby I will wait for you
Cause I don’t know what else I can do
Don’t tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life

Baby I will wait for you
If you think I find it just ain’t true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do
I’ll wait for you
I’ll be waiting …

When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on—series polygamy—until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.

When we were little, life worked perfectly. No matter what happened, everything turned out alright in the end. Scraped knees, canceled play dates, dropped ice cream cones-- we would cry for a short time, but by the end of the day, everything would be perfect. And now as we've grown older, we've lost the faith as we stumble through each day, crying over broken hearts, lost friendships, and lost dreams. It seems like life and perfection have turned their backs on us, but really its just that we've grown up. As children we didn't pay attention to such details about our daily lives, but now we are more aware, and little details seem to be amplifying our pain. But just remember that when we were younger, life was hard too, but we had faith in perfection because we could look past faults. So don't lose your faith. Learn to know that each day will pass, each heartache will be mended, and everything will be perfect in the end. Just keep your faith.

Couldn't ask for more...

Finally I have found a place into which I fit perfectly, safely, and securely with no doubts, fears, sadness, or tears. This place is filled with happiness and laughter, yet it is spacious enough to allow me the freedom to move around, to live my life, and to be myself. This wonderful place, which I never believed really existed, I have found finally in your arms, in your heart, in your love.

a matter of chance...

You've got to understand that it took me a lot of courage to make myself come to the realization that everything that I've ever wanted and needed is found within you. And for me to put everything aside again, everything that you once broke, is a remarkable task that took a lot of strength and faith in me. They say sometimes people put walls up, not because they want to block people out, but because they want to see who cares enough to knock them down. You know me like no one else does because I never was able to let anyone in, and you don't even know how glad and thankful I am that I gave you the chance. You stayed at our best, yet you stuck at it at our worse, and proved to me what truth in love still has.

I love you.I need you. I trust you, I admire you, I want you. We may fight, get mad at each other, but nothing, nothing in this world can change the fact that I love you.

Bittersweet

Each day is a struggle; to count it makes every hour an agony. I, in thought of you-may not be in desperation but of unfailing hopes and incessant wishes to the God of small things and the universe to have mercy over a mortal-have been in strange instances when I became in control of time, that I was on the verge and the success of speeding an hour glass, but I was snapped back to reality and I realized there is no such thing as to make haste. Again, it is not desperation; it is a mere result of not having contact with the real world, since I have been in Euphoria-my strongest sense of intoxication-for the past few days, and to notice the number of days that passed was already becoming a failure. All these because of a wish: to finally realize my thoughts of being able to see this one person I love held trapped within these very arms.


How can one person in love restrain herself from not wishing to hold the only person that makes her heart leap, that caresses her soul, and that who intensifies her body temperature? To poison a cat would be an easier venture.


It was through you that I realized that love transcends time: that even a day is more than enough to find oneself in love. When love is spoken by your mouth-the mouth that I’ve been so longing to kiss-it is by far one of the sweetest melodies ever played and ever heard by these ears, and the sweetness and sincerity never fail to penetrate this once-idled soul and leave it vulnerable to feelings simultaneously ambivalent and apparent.


My id and ego were in divulsion, but it joys me that the id did not find it difficult to win me; the ego, on the other hand, is unexpectedly enjoying the victory of the id. I have never been so irrational; just now, that the heart is fully taking over all of me and the other entities I have so successfully played.


To tell you “I love you” is an understatement. You fill my mornings with a thousand sunrises: that dawn is always in its most pristine youth, and midday is always at its most luminous.


You always convinced me that it was fate’s doings that led you to me or me to you. You should know that I never contest that, for I have always found that thought beautiful. Whoever fate is, I am grateful to her. The most priceless part of this chapter-of fate’s intrusion-is the part where we most willingly help fate to make what she has done worthwhile; that we, every single day, give her a hand and in exchange we find ourselves happy, in love, and in hope-the very hope that keeps what’s ahead alive-that someday we will find ourselves enjoying a million sunrises together, and like how your song goes: forever.


But now I still wait for you. The sound of your name in my mind resonates as loud as an unforgiving thunder, taking over everything in me through its resonance. The thought of being with you is a great joy: a big bundle of sunlight-ribbon wrapped ecstasy. The thought of parting, however melancholic and could effortlessly drown me in lamentations, is physically present. But it could never take over the heart and mind. As Shakespeare wrote, “parting is such a sweet sorrow.” Indeed, it is, and wherever you maybe, please pray, take me with you, and may the absence of the body never be a reason for me to be absent in your thoughts, especially in your heart. Please do not fail to think of me, to feel me, to miss me, and to love me at times when you have nothing to do and to think about; at times when you rest from the world. This is a most humble request.


For now, I will enjoy these wonderful sweet meeting, for parting is always waiting at the end of it. And after that, I will think of you as you think of me.