Edwards.
Midnight has come, birds have already fallen asleep to greet the early morning. Here I am at 2 AM, thinking of something that I don’t have or will ever get — love. I always imagine what it feels like to be loved by someone. The thing I always do is fall in love with someone, but I never receive any love or experience any kind of love tropes. Ironic, isn’t it?
I’m standing on my own, I always have. I always thought that being alone was enough — you can do whatever you want, you don’t need to match your schedule with someone, you don’t need to be available whenever someone needs you, you don’t need to communicate that much, you don’t need any commitment, or to attach everything to someone.
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But, can you imagine? How wonderful it would be to be known by someone, to do whatever together, scheduling fun activities together amidst the endless rush of this world, have someone who is always available whenever you need, and talk about something or even nothing.
For me, being in love is already great, but being loved by someone is a privilege.
I’ve always thought that I would never receive any love, forever until my time comes. But, maybe in another life. If love ever finds me again, I hope it’s you, Ed.
