THINGS
I will no longer wait for a special person to do these things with me.
There are reasons why people don't step into our world to understand the things we love.
It could be plain disinterest or perhaps the waste of time.
I for one, quite enjoy watching him engrossed in the things he love.
It could be a particular hobby, some stubborn mindset. An animal. It could be his career.
The way he takes pride in these things and even that arrogance as he finally does well in it. :>
There's just something remotely interesting.
I've always liked the idea -- the ideal of that special person fulfilling 'my' things with me.
Simply because it will be fun. There will be laughter.
I wanted someone who would sing and listen to me sing (the more off-key the better),
someone who falls while trying to skate, someone for me to chase after on a bicycle,
someone who lets me draw him a thousand things, someone to experience thrilling stuffs together,
someone who lets me draw him a thousand things, someone to experience thrilling stuffs together,
someone to get terrified with at the movies, someone who would stay close to me as I dance at the club,
someone who laughs at my red face after a glass of beer and gets drunk ultimately,
someone I'm able to share both heavy and light-hearted conversations with.
Someone who allows me to cheat at my ego-game of basketball.
Someone who may one day bring me to the little white whale because I think it is cuter than ugly.
For all these little favorites of mine, I was willing to be that person's company for 'his' list of things.
I have never been anxious to find this Someone.
Yet as I am typing now... it becomes clear why I had always wanted him around.
But after all this time, it appears the special someone doesn't exist, after all.
These things can be done very well alone.
I will no longer wait for this person to join me.
I will no longer wait for this person to join me.
