Grateful-Thoughts

I want nothing but for you to hug me and never let me go.

I want nothing but to just stay like that forever because I'd rest in the protection of your arms.

Nah, perhaps it's just wistful thinking, but I'm truly grateful to have found someone like you. Sometimes I just sit and stare, sometimes I just stare off into space, but it's true that what's on my mind is you... especially when I start staring off into space when you're beside me. It's easy to tell, I get that little frown and that downcast look, but I shouldn't be telling you this. Silly me. But then again, it's not like I'm sad or regretting anything or worrying about something. Even I don't have an answer to what's on my mind. The answer is you, and just you. Nothing else but you. Oh no, wait... I think it's more on gratefulness? Gratefulness that I found a person like you, someone who's so kind and gentle and warm. Even if it doesn't work out, I'm pretty certain that it's going to be hard to find another person like you, who doesn't demand anything from me. The funniest thing is though... it's exactly that that makes me want to give everything to you. Even change for you even when you don't want me to.

I only have one fear, though. That it might not work out. All said and done, I know that I can move on, but to find someone to replace you... it's hard. But I suppose that if I could wait for you to cross paths with me, I could wait for another person when I reach life's crossroads. Okay, darn. I'm not even making sense here anymore. Or am I? Sorry, sorry. I'm scratching my head right now. I thought about this even before I started writing and here I am totally messing everything up. Eto... I can't remember which came before which, but I'm just penning down thoughts, I guess. Everyone needs to get some things off their mind, and I'm no exception. But one thing's true though... I won't be able to get you off my mind.

In any case, I suppose that's all I wanted to say. Perhaps when I think of more, I'll write again. Gah, somehow I feel that I didn't get to write all this down the way I wanted, or express myself in the way that I thought of, but meh. That's me, what can I say. Short term memory loss, absent-minded and pretty much always the lost one. Gratefulness. Okay? Eto, eto.... ah.... well. Honestly, this is a bit hard when I can't remember the original words I had. And I had it done so nicely in my head too.

Remind me to bring a notebook along with me next time so I can scribble it down there and then.

~J