maybe he tries to sleep but ends up tossing and turning, unable to get her out of his head and wondering if he should make a move.
maybe she doesn't try to fall asleep because she knows it's no use, so she pictures his kind eyes and gentle smile and thinks it's crazy to feel that way about someone she barely knows.
maybe he thinks he doesn't stand a chance with her.
maybe she thinks she's not his type.
maybe he wonders if she'll care about the same things he cares about, when she has so much to care about already.
maybe she wonders if she has what it takes to support all his dreams and ambitions, without compromising her own.
maybe he tells himself it's foolish to try to fight for her attention when she already has so much on her mind.
maybe she tries to turn her thoughts to other things but they keep coming back to the same thing.
maybe they're both afraid, because they've been hurt before. maybe they'll never know how much time they spend in each others' thoughts because they've never found the courage to say something.
maybe everything else before this has been leading up to them finding one another. maybe all they need to do is give it one more shot to discover that maybe all the silent prayers and choked sighs and disappointments before this have been meant to lead them to this.
maybe... someday?
maybe she doesn't try to fall asleep because she knows it's no use, so she pictures his kind eyes and gentle smile and thinks it's crazy to feel that way about someone she barely knows.
maybe he thinks he doesn't stand a chance with her.
maybe she thinks she's not his type.
maybe he wonders if she'll care about the same things he cares about, when she has so much to care about already.
maybe she wonders if she has what it takes to support all his dreams and ambitions, without compromising her own.
maybe he tells himself it's foolish to try to fight for her attention when she already has so much on her mind.
maybe she tries to turn her thoughts to other things but they keep coming back to the same thing.
maybe they're both afraid, because they've been hurt before. maybe they'll never know how much time they spend in each others' thoughts because they've never found the courage to say something.
maybe everything else before this has been leading up to them finding one another. maybe all they need to do is give it one more shot to discover that maybe all the silent prayers and choked sighs and disappointments before this have been meant to lead them to this.
maybe... someday?
Maybe... *sigh*
ReplyDeleteWow..Beautifully written. Plucked right out of my heart unto your writing canvas.
aww so nice to know i'm not the only (closet) sentimental sap out there! :) thanks for all your encouraging words... they always make me smile. :)
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Delete"The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours. -The History Boys, Alan Bennett"
Speaks lots; this passage that was shared. Truly captures the best moments of reading, and I felt exactly the same way reading this post :D
Sometimes I wish it were easy to meet the right girl, start a relationship & end this loneliness & constant questioning of self.
ReplyDeleteBut, then again, when did I ever appreciate things that were easy?
I guess for people like us, we have to deceive ourselves in thinking some day for such a fundamental need as companionship when we actually cannot see into the future.
sigh~~
people always tell me i need to live the present more and not worry so much about the future - which is true and valid - but i think on lonely nights when you're all doubtful and unsure of where all this is leading up to... it's always very comforting to hold on to the hope of a future worth anticipating.
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