she could have seen it coming, when they named themselves romeo and juliet,
it was her knight, saving her from sorrow.
finally she thought she could live happily ever after,
romeo and juliet never did, they died to live forever.
what went wrong she wondered?
flashes of his words came into her mind.
he said, wait for me, dont leave me...
she said, i'll wait for you no matter what happens.
she forgot to ask him to not leave her when he did.
the months were short, it was less than half a year. just a mere few months, it was too short, she kisses her hp everytime before pressing the send button, wishing somehow he receives the kiss she sent along with her smses.
she had all the time to plan adventures. but no time to explore them.
they still could, but whats the point when it takes off half part of the plan?
its too short she says, way too short together.
if life is so short, what if they'll never survive pass tomorrow?
what if she'll die regreting not going on a roller coaster with him?
cause obviously she's not regretting for being on long distance for him.
however she might regret, not being with him earlier.
cause the time is too short, she lives for today and not think about tomorrow.
what went wrong?
nothing in the world is perfect but juliet sees perfection differently.
it was the feeling she felt, having him close to her.
her definition of perfection isnt the gifts he gave, it says the way their topics clicked in neverending wave.
it says how their hands fit, the way it communicates without words. how a simple hand to hold says so much more than it.
sometimes it tells her "i love u so much". sometimes it tells her "i wanna hold your hand till every single one of my hair turns grey". sometimes when he moves his thumb a lil it means "hey, is everything okay?" sometimes when his fingers twitch, it says "what a happy day this is". sometimes when his fingers tickles her palm it tells her he has a smile on his face. a squeeze on the hand sometimes means "don worry, everything will be okay" and it gives so much support. now the only thing she fears, is that she wont get to hold that hand anymore.
her definition of perfection shows when he does funny faces to the baby girl on the next table at dinner. it reminds her of what she did yesterday at the mall, to the baby in the stroller.
her definition of perfection says how she's always cold. how he's always warm, it warms her from head to toe.
her difinition of perfection says how they always say the same things at the same second after finishing up each other's sentences.
her definition of perfection says how she hates it when he knows she's up to something.
her definition of perfection shows when a simple hug from him made every problem in the world alot less harder to manage.
and how she blushes at times though she hates to admit it.
her definition of perfection says how her heart cant beat any slower when he has his hands around her waist. that tickle in her heart, no magic can erase.
her definition of perfection says the random smses and *pops*, that made her smile when her day is coloured in grey.
she wants her own career but...
to her nothing is more important than her own family. the same goes to her future family.
she doesnt mind if she doesnt earn alot. as long as she knows she has her family's support.
maybe she's a girl, its ok to have that thought. maybe if she's a guy, she'd put career and others further up the spot.
it is what he did, or at least he said he's doing. perhaps a better wife is what he needs in his future.
she understands it all, its just her own heart now.
the ocasional thoughts is what breaks her mental support.
it was great, she didnt want anything better. she did her best, she didnt want them to suffer.
she can never hate him, cause her love was too strong. however she wished she did, at least she could fall asleep on pillows that are dry...
she already had his all, simply by knowing where his heart lies.
to brush his teeth first thing in the morning, made her feel she'll wake up with a minty surprise.
its for her to decide, what exactly is his all. maybe if she did much more, he'll know he had her all.
she might cry now and smile later, but she knows it'll always be a smile. cause nobody can make her laugh, except her baby bear.
all the 20 years she smiled, finally the laugh was there.
the laughther turned to tears in a zap, there was no in between...
if turning back time leave me still with my sorrow, i guess it'll still be better. at least my heart that was once a 1, is better than now 0. it turned from a 1 to a 9.9 one shot. then it was cut from 9 to 0. all she wants is a rate higher than the original 1. its ok if its not a 9 or 10, she doesnt mind a 2 if its at least better than 1.
running away from problems is what she see actually.
there's nothing she can do, if this is what makes him happier you see.
its what makes his life way more easier.
i guess she's no longer the candy he prefers.
the things he says, the way he thinks, it was so different from the smses she once receive. did he change? he said no. did his heart change? he said no. did his way of showing love change then? i don really think so.
so what changed she wondered? but her mind was too tired.
all along she was waiting for a ship that never came. staring at the oceans with only a thought that says "he'll be back, he said he would". and that thought alone was enough to kept her alive waiting by the ocean shores. the ship never came, she got a note sealed in a bottle. it floated towards her, it says "dont wait, dont bother". it says "my ship is wrecked, to stay afloat it cant carry alot. i took my family, studies, career, health, travels, friends and so much more on board."
life will treat her better, if she lets it be. whatever it is she will never again put in her all, for fear once again she'll fall. to mend her heart, there can only be one way. that one way is not for him to stay for now. that one way happens when her happy ending arrives somehow.
the story can only have 1 prince 1 princess 1 knight, and another plain cottage girl, sewing late till night. i guess its not up to her, who decides who is who....
i dont know what else she can do
p/s: i love u
it was her knight, saving her from sorrow.
finally she thought she could live happily ever after,
romeo and juliet never did, they died to live forever.
what went wrong she wondered?
flashes of his words came into her mind.
he said, wait for me, dont leave me...
she said, i'll wait for you no matter what happens.
she forgot to ask him to not leave her when he did.
the months were short, it was less than half a year. just a mere few months, it was too short, she kisses her hp everytime before pressing the send button, wishing somehow he receives the kiss she sent along with her smses.
she had all the time to plan adventures. but no time to explore them.
they still could, but whats the point when it takes off half part of the plan?
its too short she says, way too short together.
if life is so short, what if they'll never survive pass tomorrow?
what if she'll die regreting not going on a roller coaster with him?
cause obviously she's not regretting for being on long distance for him.
however she might regret, not being with him earlier.
cause the time is too short, she lives for today and not think about tomorrow.
what went wrong?
nothing in the world is perfect but juliet sees perfection differently.
it was the feeling she felt, having him close to her.
her definition of perfection isnt the gifts he gave, it says the way their topics clicked in neverending wave.
it says how their hands fit, the way it communicates without words. how a simple hand to hold says so much more than it.
sometimes it tells her "i love u so much". sometimes it tells her "i wanna hold your hand till every single one of my hair turns grey". sometimes when he moves his thumb a lil it means "hey, is everything okay?" sometimes when his fingers twitch, it says "what a happy day this is". sometimes when his fingers tickles her palm it tells her he has a smile on his face. a squeeze on the hand sometimes means "don worry, everything will be okay" and it gives so much support. now the only thing she fears, is that she wont get to hold that hand anymore.
her definition of perfection shows when he does funny faces to the baby girl on the next table at dinner. it reminds her of what she did yesterday at the mall, to the baby in the stroller.
her definition of perfection says how she's always cold. how he's always warm, it warms her from head to toe.
her difinition of perfection says how they always say the same things at the same second after finishing up each other's sentences.
her definition of perfection says how she hates it when he knows she's up to something.
her definition of perfection shows when a simple hug from him made every problem in the world alot less harder to manage.
and how she blushes at times though she hates to admit it.
her definition of perfection says how her heart cant beat any slower when he has his hands around her waist. that tickle in her heart, no magic can erase.
her definition of perfection says the random smses and *pops*, that made her smile when her day is coloured in grey.
she wants her own career but...
to her nothing is more important than her own family. the same goes to her future family.
she doesnt mind if she doesnt earn alot. as long as she knows she has her family's support.
maybe she's a girl, its ok to have that thought. maybe if she's a guy, she'd put career and others further up the spot.
it is what he did, or at least he said he's doing. perhaps a better wife is what he needs in his future.
she understands it all, its just her own heart now.
the ocasional thoughts is what breaks her mental support.
it was great, she didnt want anything better. she did her best, she didnt want them to suffer.
she can never hate him, cause her love was too strong. however she wished she did, at least she could fall asleep on pillows that are dry...
she already had his all, simply by knowing where his heart lies.
to brush his teeth first thing in the morning, made her feel she'll wake up with a minty surprise.
its for her to decide, what exactly is his all. maybe if she did much more, he'll know he had her all.
she might cry now and smile later, but she knows it'll always be a smile. cause nobody can make her laugh, except her baby bear.
all the 20 years she smiled, finally the laugh was there.
the laughther turned to tears in a zap, there was no in between...
if turning back time leave me still with my sorrow, i guess it'll still be better. at least my heart that was once a 1, is better than now 0. it turned from a 1 to a 9.9 one shot. then it was cut from 9 to 0. all she wants is a rate higher than the original 1. its ok if its not a 9 or 10, she doesnt mind a 2 if its at least better than 1.
running away from problems is what she see actually.
there's nothing she can do, if this is what makes him happier you see.
its what makes his life way more easier.
i guess she's no longer the candy he prefers.
the things he says, the way he thinks, it was so different from the smses she once receive. did he change? he said no. did his heart change? he said no. did his way of showing love change then? i don really think so.
so what changed she wondered? but her mind was too tired.
all along she was waiting for a ship that never came. staring at the oceans with only a thought that says "he'll be back, he said he would". and that thought alone was enough to kept her alive waiting by the ocean shores. the ship never came, she got a note sealed in a bottle. it floated towards her, it says "dont wait, dont bother". it says "my ship is wrecked, to stay afloat it cant carry alot. i took my family, studies, career, health, travels, friends and so much more on board."
life will treat her better, if she lets it be. whatever it is she will never again put in her all, for fear once again she'll fall. to mend her heart, there can only be one way. that one way is not for him to stay for now. that one way happens when her happy ending arrives somehow.
the story can only have 1 prince 1 princess 1 knight, and another plain cottage girl, sewing late till night. i guess its not up to her, who decides who is who....
i dont know what else she can do
p/s: i love u
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