I once remembered someone saying that falling in love is a magical process. You don’t know whom you’ll develop feelings for, and sometimes it can be completely irrational. Like being infatuated with an idea of someone, liking someone you’ve never met, or even falling in love with someone who hurts you.
But I believe love is about waiting. Whether it’s waiting for departure or anticipating someone’s arrival. It’s selfless. Because it understands that often what’s broken won’t come together again, and that’s okay. Love doesn’t have to be together. You can still love someone and find alternate paths instead of facing each other.
You can still love someone even if you no longer talk to them. You can still love someone even if you’re hurt, rejected, or left alone. You can still love someone even if they no longer care, and you left to be suffer alone. Eventually, when you realize what you’ve done is foolish, you will become better afterwards.
But I don’t want you to be foolish. I hope you won’t have to experience that pain anymore. I hope you will be loved completely. To be a priority and placed first. I hope you find someone who asks about your day, wants to know everything about you. I hope you find someone who eagerly listens to your happiness, achievements, and everything that makes you proud of yourself.
I don’t want you to suffer anymore. I hope you find someone who always waits for your news. Someone who worries when they see you sad. Someone who believes you have the sweetest smile beneath the sky. I hope you find someone who can make you laugh when you’re sad. Someone who is willing to share their homemade fried noodles. Because you deserve to be loved and made happy.
I hope someday someone will tell you that you have such beautiful eyes. I hope that person knows that your eyes are like a dark night sky, making anyone feel sleepy, and realizing that your embrace brings peace. I hope that person will realize how valuable it is to spend time with you, to hear your voice, and to be loved by you.
I hope someday someone will tell you that your gaze is like a thick blanket that wraps around your body when the rain arrives, providing comforting warmth. I hope whoever is with you will realize that your eyes provide serenity, like the sincere prayers of sinners, assuring that perhaps this wicked life is still worth living.
I don’t know what else to write. In the midst of getting lost, or being crushed with hope, tomorrow, if you read this, I hope happiness accompanies you throughout the day.
