Here I am sitting in front of the screen
Thinking what may come at the end of WAITING.
Waiting for someone’s arrival at my doorstep
Kneel and say “will you be my forever?”

Does my waiting is rightful,
Or I’m on my way through heartaches?
Am I doing the right thing while I wait?
Or just my time is wasted? And what will I do then?

The second me saying, “You’re a fool to hope for his love,
How can you haul in a strainer-like bucket?”
Though I know, this is a vague hope!
There’s still the first me saying,”He will love you as the way you are”

When will the time come?
The time where I’ll be with someone,
Someone whom I love, and whom the Lord’s wants
Oh, love why you’re so hard?

Why aren’t you just granted my wish?
Couldn’t you be my fairy gad mother, for just a moment?
Because he’s just the one I love.
He’s just the he I dreamed of, where I could sit next with.