Picking Up The Pieces.

i wonder what's it like to be loved. not by family, not by friends, but you know. i'm not desperate, i just wonder how it's like for i do believe that things like this would come eventually when the time is right.

i'd seen people falling in love and had actually thought of mine. i wonder what happened to mine......? i think i must have carelessly dropped it 2 years ago along those streets i'd walked on, and to search for it back is like asking a tailor to search for his needles in the sea. for those that i had hoped for, had only passed by and gave me a wave and that i would never in a million wish for it, came tumbling down stopping right in front of my feet. begging me to pick it up.

but to ask if i'd regretted hoping for that that might not come by anyways, i would wholeheartedly say no because i know that it had been worthwhile. to spend my time waiting for just that wave, was worthwhile. even if it only last merely seconds, i would never in a million year regret it.

well, this only usually happens to girl like me. those kind that would never have the courage to ever do anything. i can only wish to change for the better. :3