Yesterday was one of the nth times I cried because of some romantic stuffs my bestfriend, Amery and I shared together.
After doing an interview for my success story, we headed to Dairymoor coffee shop where we stayed the whole time. We shared so many ridiculous stories, of course, that are really expected. I guess, this how we'll always be. More like sisters. Bestfriends in all times, in all things.
Things never get old every time we see each other. We still laugh about the silliest things we did in highschool and cry about the things that has left mark in our minds and has touched our hearts. We hope together about the things which, for others are impossible. We still wait even if there's nothing to be waited for. We pray for the right guy if not the knight-in-shining-armor other girls dream for. We don't need fairytales. We just need a REAL one.
Tears started falling from our eyes when I began reading aloud about a marriage proposal on Yahoo answers. There's this girl who keeps on hoping that her boyfriend would propose to her. She waited for too long and still wishing for it, only to end up in false hopes and just decided to stop dreaming. Until one day, she and her boyfriend stayed at a park and watched the sun set. She suddenly looked up in the sky and saw a plane write out "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" in bold letters. She thought to herself that whoever that girl is, she's so lucky. Then her boyfriend stood up and knelt down on one knee, got a small box from his pocket, opened it and asked her "Will you marry me?". Then she said "Yes" in tears.
Sweet. I've been hoping to find Mr. Right but so far has not had any luck. But I believe that sometimes, things come in an unexpected way. It might be better than what I've been wishing for. He might be better than what I've been longing for. Or maybe he's just near and may not even like him because I'm still finding out who I am. In my 19 years of existence, I'm sure, there will be another 19 years of good and bad things to happen but for sure, will enhance the rest of my life. I should not worry, I should not think of living life alone. It scares me like what my bestfriend feels. Or maybe, when I'm 60, that's when I should start complaining. (Haha). It really gets frustrating but I gotta be patient.
Look for different places instead of the wrong places and eventually, I know, I'll find him.
I firmly believe in reason, season and lifetime. I know, he's just right there. He may be blogging his feelings too like what I'm doing right now. He may also be wishing for me to come his way and share things like what lovers do. Like what he sees in movies, like what he reads in books, like what his own idea of love. He may be looking for me all the time and wants to share with me the love he's been keeping inside. He may be looking for me, the one who's worthy of his than the failed one he had in the past. He may be longing for me and do the cute surprises and romantic ideas he has in mind. He may also be day dreaming that I'm beside him and walking hand by hand with him. Cute.
So. I'm looking from this day forward. :)
Okay. I'm starting to be a sucker for love again. Ktnxbye. See you. You.

