There’s this new girl. I think I like her. Hence the ritual: introduction rites, same-interest probing, searching for the common ground, adjusting my pace on hers, planning on future quality times, budget allocating, etc., all the usual stuff. Then comes the expectation, weighting on the response, counting on whether this is worthwhile or not, etc., all the usual stuff.
But then, a very short while later, I stop. I sit idly. Why this takes a toll on me? Why I feel so hard leaving my current all comfortable single life? The sweet delight of not caring, not wanting, not expecting anything. A burden-free and fresh mind. A steadily, leisurely beating heart.
My old me would say on top of my lung, “Bring it on! I will fight for this girl! No mountain high enough, no valley deep enough, no river wide enough!”
This current me will say, “Enough.”
I guess this person, my ‘the one’, just simply hasn’t come yet, or doesn’t realize that she actually is, yet. When it comes, I personally believe it will be easy, peaceful, and all comfortable for both of us. Meanwhile, I will again sit back, relax, not caring, not wanting, not expecting anything.
Ain’t life sweet…
But then, a very short while later, I stop. I sit idly. Why this takes a toll on me? Why I feel so hard leaving my current all comfortable single life? The sweet delight of not caring, not wanting, not expecting anything. A burden-free and fresh mind. A steadily, leisurely beating heart.
My old me would say on top of my lung, “Bring it on! I will fight for this girl! No mountain high enough, no valley deep enough, no river wide enough!”
This current me will say, “Enough.”
I guess this person, my ‘the one’, just simply hasn’t come yet, or doesn’t realize that she actually is, yet. When it comes, I personally believe it will be easy, peaceful, and all comfortable for both of us. Meanwhile, I will again sit back, relax, not caring, not wanting, not expecting anything.
Ain’t life sweet…
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