Dear YOU,
I would wonder at times if you think of me as often as I think of you. I sometimes forget that we still have separate lives to deal with, you in your world, me in mine. I am so drawn by our future together that I tend to overlook our individual lives. Nothing wrong there, I assume. I guess it is normal. The terrible part of it is that, I became so selfish.
Most of the time, I am awakened by the fact that you still have some important activities that do not include me or persons in your life you are close with. I feel jealous when you do things on your own to the point of forgetting or ignoring me, not that it is your intention to do so but rather, it is not your thing to do several things at the same time. I understood it to the deepest of my heart yet it still pains to know that you always forget to remember those simple disappointments of mine and I always have to remind you for that matter when I expected that you should know it, you should know how I will react to it by then. I am so tired that the only thing left to do is just let it be. Let it be till it hurts no more. Stupid, but that’s the way it is.
As soon as I open my eyes in the morning, I immediately think of you: How you will fit in my activities, how I will divide my attention between you and other things or how I will survive the day by chance I don’t get to see you. I think of you first thing when I wake up, during meals, while taking a bath, during happy times with friends, when it is raining, when there’s a sweet couple near me, when my past lover is around, when I read something inspirational, when I spotted a cute and attractive guy, when I’ve experienced something odd or cool, every single second of my existence… Like nothing else matters but you. I would sometimes cry to the thought of you, just because I miss you so much.
I cannot imagine you in your past without me or my future without you. Maybe I have loved you more than I have loved anyone, more than my capacity, more than my strength and energy. And I would sometimes feel uncomfortable about it, thinking it would smother you.
When things go unexpectedly, I pretend to not mind, I believe God has a reason in putting me in this situation, I believe love means you give without asking anything in return. I just pray.
I wish I could ask you to do the same things for me, as crazy as it sounds. Nevertheless, I have come to accept that you are you and I want you to know that I love you no matter what. And this is me, loving you in my own, selfish way. ♥