I might have a lot of
issues. It might be my fault. The fact that I never heard “I love you”. The
fact that I never said “I love you” even though I did, or at least, I was
pretty close. But there comes a time in every girls life when you just jam in
your apartment on your favorite song with nothing but some panties on and it
just hits you: “God, I’m awesome”.
And you realize that even in your worst moments, in your bad
hair days, in your bad decisions nights
or in your hangover mornings, it’s still you. It will always be you and you
wouldn’t change that for anybody. You never heard “I love you”, it’s true, but
you also know the reasons why. Timing was always your enemy.
Besides that what else? You look at yourself at you start
analyzing your habits, your attitude, your way of living.
Is it the fact that the volume to your music is always on
maximum?
Or the fact that you cannot leave your house in the morning
if you didn’t dance a little bit in front of the mirror?
It is the fact that sometimes you let dishes pile up in your
sink and it doesn’t even bother you? Or that you forget watering your plants? Or
buying bread? Or getting up early when you have to?
Is it the fact that you party too much and work too little? That
instead of making sketches for your school projects, you paint your living-room
wall? That instead of doing research you read books by your favorite author?
Is it the fact that you are so friendly with everyone that
sometimes they tend to take that for granted? The fact that you cannot say “no”,
the fact that you are always there for them? That you would leave everything
you were doing at 4 am just to go and give them a hug when they call you
feeling lonely?
Is it the fact that holding hands is more important for you
than kissing? That looking into one’s eyes is what sets your heart on fire? That
him kissing your forehead makes you act like a little girl? That you like to
cuddle all night, that you love morning sex?
Is it the fact that you enjoy crying for no reason when
nobody’s around? That you listen to sad songs, look outside the window and try
making a music video in your head? That you read old text messages and watch
old videos in order to bring that moment back and the way he made you feel?
Is it the fact that you like reading books about one’s
feelings and not necessarily with a rich story line? The fact that you love
romantic movies? Because a part of you still wants to believe in that running
towards each other in slow motion kind of scenario? Is it the fact that you
love receiving flowers and having a date on Valentine’s day? That you are so
old fashioned when it comes to love? That you try acting like a diva but once
they get to know you, you’re nothing but a child who wants to be held?
Is the fact that you
want to be loved why you are not loved?
And if so, what would you change about that, about yourself?
But then there’s that moment that comes into every girls
life when they just realize “Wait a minute, I would actually not change a thing
about me.”
If I were a boy, I
would be exactly the girl he would love to love.
So then you decide to not get upset about it. Not anymore. The
fact that you didn’t hear “I love you” until now it’s not because of your ways
of loving or actually, wanting to love, it’s just because the guy who would’ve
said “I love you” still didn’t hear your “hello”.
So just go. Grab your jacket and your lipstick and go
spreading hellos.
And stop thinking about him. About the guy who didn’t love
you. It’s disrespectful towards the guy that will.
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