Dear THE ONE,
Lately, I have been wondering all
about you – your doings, how you are, where you are, who you are with, how you
make up your day. Just everything, I think of them all. I ain’t really that
eager to meet and get acquainted with you. It’s just that I can’t help but
think of the future and you’re in it—in my future views and plans.
You
certainly are the invader of my thought process. For all you know, I’m supposed
to be sleeping right now, but I just can’t. I wonder why this not-so-romantic
side of me comes out at this very rare while.
Do you have any idea of when we’re gonna meet? When
will our paths cross? Where? How? Or have we met already? Have I called your
name once, twice, thrice or so? Most likely you are a stranger I will, one day,
come in contact with, aren’t you?
Foolish me! Why would I be asking you these? You must
have no clue, not even a spot of inkling.
At the moment, you must probably be thinking of your future
too. I don’t expect that you contain me in your prospect. I just wanna know
what you’re upcoming goings-on are. Will you be an engineer two to three years
from now? Or you might become a doctor? A lawyer? A pilot? An architect? Maybe
an artist? Oh no, not a celebrity please. I vigorously have no idea on how to
face the spotlight, appear on-screen, handle successive tell-all interviews and
narrate to the whole Philippines how you proposed on me. (HahahaJ)
That crazy thought deserves a good laugh. Well,
you don’t need to be that pretty-faced, although I’m yearning that you’ll never
ever look as if you are Quasimodo’s evil nasty twin. (Laughs)
You know what? When I was younger,
I’ve always thought that love and life were like fairytales. I even had this
crazy notion that a prince would come along my way, ride me to his white horse,
take me to his castle and crown me his princess. But earlier then, I’ve
realized that I have a nice home so I don’t need a castle; that I’m not a
princess and therefore I don’t need a prince at all. So I spent my younger
years playing with peers, learning at school, doing fun at all times and not
even thinking of YOU coming to my life. My life then was too preoccupied with
the love of my family and friends which I believed was enough to make me whole.
Years
passed and here I am, developed and grown up. For some bizarre reasons, I’ve
learned to know a bit about love – a bunch of smiles plus a couple of
heartaches plus a cluster of tears. You see? I know how bittersweet it could
actually taste. Truth be told, I am still not that good in handling
relationships. So bear with me, please.
The one
who patiently waits for you, ♥MICHELLE♥
