in-your-dreams mode

if i could make a poem for you, i'd write something that'd make you realize that i am alive--breathing even. then you'd see that i am an ordinary girl with ordinary qualities. yet i could love you til hell freezes.

wham.

wake up shali.

it's just a dream.

it'll always be just like that. a dream.

i wonder why people dwell in unrequited love. they celebrate it by way of thinking bout it day and night, unconsciously annoying their closest friends about how they met the love of their lives in the cafeteria, the jeepney or in the hallway--and smiled at them.

i guess i also love to feel the pain of being unnoticed by the person you absolutely adore.

and i love the pain when i read the person's blog and acknowledge the fact that the person's already smitten--by someone else.

and yet there's that tingling sensation inside you, the small flicker of hope that strongly wishes that the person he was talkin' about--was you.


and then you wake up.

a dream.





note: inspired by a crush everyone knows but the person himself. i just made little modifications though.