My friends tell me I am always the one to leave when the going gets tough. That I don’t fight for you, for us. I always run away to hide and forget. Oh how I wish they knew how much courage it takes to love you. That you are the one I want in this world. That I am willing to accept things I thought were abhorrent just because you do/possess them. But I cannot wait any more for something that might never happen especially when you do not give me any sign that I should keep on waiting.
How I wish loving is easy. I wish that when we like someone, probability is that someone also likes us back. But life is not like that. We do not always get what we want. Heck, more often than not, we don’t get what we want.
It always amazes me that someone out there could be loving us without us knowing. Do you know that I love you? You probably don’t. You probably don’t care.