All I want to do is talk to you and have you reprimand me for crying. I always walk into your room thinking I’ll see you under the covers. Then, I walk into the bathroom and see that stain on the floor and it hits me, you’re not here. You won’t be here when I fall in love, walk down the aisle, and have my own family. I won’t be able to hear your voice, or hug, or kiss you. I will always have tears down my cheeks when I remember. I wish it were the beginning of February again.
There is something to be said about people who draw attention to themselves effortlessly and those who need to be proactive to get people to notice them. You know, people who need to talk a little louder or smile a little wider. I have nothing against either, but I would much rather be the one who does not need to throw myself at someone to get his attention. Because in an ideal world, I want to be the one whose heart is won over and not the other way around. I’m a modern woman who wants to be wooed traditionally.
The thing about being an outsider if that you never know what’s really going on. And though you only wish for what’s best, you know that the decision and the choice will never be yours. But what do you do when people seem to dig themselves into a hole deeper and deeper? How do you tell them that it’s going to be tougher to get out of it. After everything is over. It’s going to be worse than before. How do you help people who can’t seem to help themselves? And what gives you the right to tell them, anyway?
