love is an illusion - or is it?
ever since i was little, i always had an image in my head of who i would like to spend the rest of my life with - i'm sure every girl across this nation did. but i found myself rejecting a lot of guys based on those things. and in the end, i regretted it. i want to put those things aside and start taking what is real in life. more importantly, i want to meet the one that God has set aside for me.
i'm a daydreamer.
i dream and wish and hope for things. but yet i never find myself willing to accept what is fact and what is fiction - although i know it, but won't admit it. i admit that i find myself angry at the world sometimes, especially for those who have found their better halves. i get even more frustrated when i think i finally found it, only to find it getting away from me.
maybe i dwell too much on it. maybe i think about it too much. i want to meet one girl who can look at me square in the eye and say that they've never thought about love as much as i have.
everyday i get more and more tired of waiting for someone to come and sweep me off my feet.
i'm a daydreamer.
i dream and wish and hope for things. but yet i never find myself willing to accept what is fact and what is fiction - although i know it, but won't admit it. i admit that i find myself angry at the world sometimes, especially for those who have found their better halves. i get even more frustrated when i think i finally found it, only to find it getting away from me.
maybe i dwell too much on it. maybe i think about it too much. i want to meet one girl who can look at me square in the eye and say that they've never thought about love as much as i have.
everyday i get more and more tired of waiting for someone to come and sweep me off my feet.