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i can't sleep... (thinking about Mr.G)

another sleepless night wasted by thinking about him...
..why is it so hard loving someone who don't even know you care, its like as if your wasting time to build a tower of bubbles that you know yourself that you don't have a chance to build one...
if he only knew how i care about him and how i am very much willing to make him happy...
if he only knew how i long for him to notice me, not as a younger sister but someone special...
someone who will ask him how he is doing or someone who will make him realized that there is more to life than heartbreaks and loneliness, that at the end of the day there is someone like me who is willing to heal his stagnant heart...


i hope you'll be able to read this one day....coz i want to say many things...

i want you to know that i long for the day when ill be able to hold our hands,
i long for the day that you will look upon me and comfort me during my tiring days and kiss me in the forehead with your cute tiny lips...
i long for the day that you will be able to say to me how much you missed me...
i long for the day that you will tell me that i am special to you...


and maybe one day if destiny permits...
you will tell me how much you love me...



but as of now, ill just wait here in the distance admiring your existence...


still longing...
still wanting...



N.
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