I did something out of the norm and I regretted it. Or not. I have this big of an ego but I threw it away when I tried starting a convo with a guy. I did it because I felt something, which he obviously didn't. Maybe I'm just a fool.
I wouldn't say I'm in love. I don't even know him. My point and whole motive was to get to know him. I guess sometimes we're better off strangers. I was interested, still am I guess but now I'm mixed with a little disappointment and a whole lot of rejection.
I've never been in a relationship. Neither have I been in love. I guess there are some things we know we want.
I want a companion.
Someone who listens to me.
Someone who's there for me.
Someone who'll hold my hand when I need it.
Someone I can confide in.
Someone I can depend on.
Someone I can have meals with.
Someone I can go on simple dates with.
Someone whose smile lights up my heart.
Someone whom when I look at, I know it'll be ok.
Someone who makes jokes I will laugh with/at.
Someone I've never had in my life.
And it won't be one-sided. I'll give as much as he gives me.
It takes time, they say.
It's taken a very long time. I'll wait. I will.
I think He just eliminated one person who's not meant for me.
Till then, I'll just sit around. I think this one took a toll.
