A Letter To My Special Someone

In this book, I had claimed you to be mine and me to be yours. No words I had heard from you, and no trace of certainty. I have been building my dreams, accompanied by the hopes that soon it would be ours. I don’t know why am I doing all these. Why is it you? What reasons? Though you weren’t here with me, a part of me lives within a vision of you and me together.

I may have learn how to stop, but not now; it would be tomorrow…

Haven’t you think of me, not even once?
Haven’t you got any plans to see me?
Haven’t you ever imagine us sharing laughter in a day?
Haven’t you anticipate the chance to talk to me?
Haven’t you ever waited for my open arms, not wanting to embrace me?
Haven’t you ever wished to kiss me; wouldn’t you find out your real feelings towards me?

Asking me back, I honestly had done more than these,
Had think of you many times,
Had wanted to see you,
Had imagined to be with you,
Had been reaching out to you,
Had let you know that I still care, and
Had kept this yearning for years.

No matter how hard to hope for the unseen, even if it is so bleak I had chosen to hold, wishing for someday
… it would be mutual
… that you’ll realize that you are so much loved by me

… even if you’re not yet mine
or never will I call you my own….