so this is a first in my 2o years of existence.
to decide to wait for a special person.
for the first 3guys i fell for that never happened;
never did i feel to be ready to have a boyfriend,
(except for my best friend--doodle)
i loved them. the end.
today..i know, i must admit.
i am falling.
i don't know how fast, i don't know how deep i already am,
but for now, i chose to not care.
je ro me.
allows me to like him--it's not like he can stop me, nor anyone.
we are open.
he is decided. to be single for he wants to focus on his studies and art.
then maybe~ JUST MAYBE, he'll have a change of heart after graduating.
so that's 2 years. that's just 2 years. pfft~
WHAT? 22 isn't too old, is it?
what the heck? i will never grow impatient.
as long as the sight of him makes my heart flutter,
his voice sings to my body
and his touch warms my old soul.
i am happy. i am contented.
it's not much of a time--oh. 22, what's that?
