i think i'm liking someone.. is it even real?
i often ask God to let me have someone whom i will love and who'll love me. i usually ask Him to let me meet that person. but since that day, i began to ask Him a different favor. why do i think of him more? why do i ask God for him? why did I beg my now resting in peace grandparent's blessings to help me ask God so i can be with him? why do i wish it's him i've been waiting for?
is it even real?
and why does my heart skips a beat and aches when i see his photos from the networking site? i'm thinking a lot about him more than i should. i'm wondering how he feels. And though i know he's busy minding about her girlfriend, i couldn't help but hope that maybe a day will come.
maybe i can't be that girl he'll ever like. or maybe he's thinking i'm not the girl he'll ever get. and it's a little sad coz if he only knew. i don't really care about whom to please now. i don't really care about what people might say now. i only wish to be happy. just say you the word and for sure things will be different.
i often ask God to let me have someone whom i will love and who'll love me. i usually ask Him to let me meet that person. but since that day, i began to ask Him a different favor. why do i think of him more? why do i ask God for him? why did I beg my now resting in peace grandparent's blessings to help me ask God so i can be with him? why do i wish it's him i've been waiting for?
is it even real?
and why does my heart skips a beat and aches when i see his photos from the networking site? i'm thinking a lot about him more than i should. i'm wondering how he feels. And though i know he's busy minding about her girlfriend, i couldn't help but hope that maybe a day will come.
maybe i can't be that girl he'll ever like. or maybe he's thinking i'm not the girl he'll ever get. and it's a little sad coz if he only knew. i don't really care about whom to please now. i don't really care about what people might say now. i only wish to be happy. just say you the word and for sure things will be different.
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