Every minute from this minute now, I'm sitting waiting wishing, for you to finally come along..
...I've spent so many nights, discussing, dreaming, reminiscing and thinking about the male people in my life. The lovers, the ex-boyfriends, the friends, the guys i never got to be with, the guys that i never wanted and the guys i was too afraid to mess things up with then to admit my love. But most nights, me and my friends got to the same exact point; the dream, the perfect picture. We always got to the point where it was about you- the one which would eventually come along...
So we were talking about the looks, the things you own, your car, your job, your major in university, your age, your family and all of your characteristics, and we've all usually ended up being tipsy, dreamy and a little bit sad and frustrated thinking about why we are still the ones who are alone. The ones with lots of stories to tell, stories of last weekend's guy, or yesterday's, but all we really want is a complete end to those stories, to finally start a new blank page in our book of love, that starts a little cheesy and gay, but fills us with happiness by chance.
So instead of thinking and discussing you - future lover/friend/man/whatever- I decided to be still, having fun, living life, spend time with things and people I adore, be patient, because someday, somewhen, you will eventually come around... and this i know.
