Missing You.

When I think about it long and hard, I may be able to admit that I'm starting to miss you.

So maybe I should just stop thinking and do something else.

But then I remember someone saying that the saddest part of life is keeping one's self busy and pushing one's self to the limit all day -- but at the end of the day, after doing everything to forget, you end up where you are: in the very same position you're trying to escape.

I'm serious when I tell people, I've always wanted to be free. Free to go anywhere, without a care, and just have some fun. Then again, somewhere deep down, I wish to be owned. I hope to be held. I yearn to never be let go of. It is my heart's desire. And I guess it is only now that I could get the chance to let it out because I know I don't have to explain myself to anyone.

But I believe in waiting. As the saying goes, "The value of waiting is a value of a lifetime. If we know how to wait, life shall be easy because God knows what to give us in the right time."

Let me go back to the point of this blog. I miss you. And I'm kind of hating myself for feeling this way.

It's true, I miss you.

I miss our chance meetings, our usual conversations, our unlikely bonding moments.

I miss how you tease me, how you make me laugh, how you give me something to look forward to each day.

I miss the days that I just couldn't stop smiling, the times that I would stop what I'm doing to absorb everything.

Most of all, I miss the smile that creeps up my cheek when I get to see you.

So let me live for the moment.

I hope to see you...soon.