22 isn't too old

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?