A Second Chance...
Life is a one-way street, once you enter, you can never return. But, however, you can learn from that one street when you came to a crossroad again. Well, maybe not for me. I'm lost, already lost in a maze of mistakes and wrong choices...
and that's all because of L-O-V-E.
Hope I could find you in another place and time... Proven its true, I'm still in love with you.
If only I will be given a chance to rewrite my life and erase some portion of my memories, I would choose carefully the things that I only want to be part of my world.
I would personally hand-picked the friends who would betray me less and I would not ever take for granted the things that I know I will regret when gone.
And most of all, I would like to give chance to myself to go through all the things that a person would love to experience.
I will choose the man who will be proud to say, "Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend" or will not be ashamed to say "I love you" to me in front of his friends.
Maybe a man who would ran after me whenever I turn my back on him or a man who will choose me instead of his pride when you have misunderstandings; a man who would take a little of his time to asked me once in a while if I’m okay.
And a man who would not ever, ever cheat or betray me in front of my face.
Sounds like perfect.
But you know what, after writing those 'should have beens', I came to realized that even if I could find a man like that, and even if he exists in my world, I would still choose the man I have now.
I don't know, even with these pains I suffered from this love of mine to him, I just can’t let him go. Maybe because I know from the bottom of my heart that he is the only one I will love, from the start of my life until the day that I die.
I'm happy when I see him and when we're together. Maybe when you truly love someone, you’re ready to fight for him, no matter what the odds.
He's living in another world, in another dimension of time. We're not supposed to see each other, but we've met in a twist of fate.
I never got to hold him in my arms; we just see each other thru this mirror blocking the two dimensions. The pain sucks, it's like you've fell down on a 100th story building but you're still alive.
Maybe I'm just a hidden piece of treasure or a decoration in his world but I don't care, important thing is, we're together.
For me, he's already more than perfect.
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