Onceuponatime, I was that girl who didn't care about you. When our paths crossed and you waved at my friends, I saw you but wasn't interested. When we stared at each other in what feels like a long time ago, there was something in your eyes that spoke to my soul but I was too naive to understand. When serendipity played a little trick on me, a story I wrote started to occur in real life. Guess what? It casted you and me. Now I wish I made a better ending to it.

You are the prince I have been waiting for to rescue me from my misery. But I'm not sure if I am the princess that you were born to kiss. I'm probably living in my own fantasy wishing that happy ever afters were as real as your smile. You're smile... an unforgettable image. I've always wondered why I've never seen a falling star. But now I think I know, I don't have to see one I just have to be with you. What greater wish could be granted than to be with the one I love?

Sometimes, I close my eyes and think of you. I try to imagine you looking at me only centimeters away. But no imagination can picture you perfectly, because for me you are so real. So real that for the first time, I actually want to escape from my fantasies and hold you in reality. Then I would look at my hand and think about how yours would fit mine. How does one let go of the hand he/she never held?

Wake me up, will you? Tell me where I really am. Because right now, I'm on a plane high up in the sky. I'm staring outside the window, looking for you. I know you're out there but I can't see and the clouds even cover my view. I am desperately searching for any sign of you but its impossible to see through the clouds and even more impossible to recognize you from such a far distance. How will I ever know what you really feel?

Please don't hate me, for I did not plan to feel this way. If feelings could be planned ahead then I would've chosen to love someone who has fallen for me first. At least I would be sure that we would end up happy. But here I am, loving you first. Can this case get any worse?

Yes, it could.

You don't actually have to like me back. I can manage the pain of seeing you with someone else. As long as that person can make you smile the way that always takes my breath away, I would willingly pick up the remnants of my broken heart and pack my bags. I just have to know that you're happy. Are you?

I remember when I saw you with a girl. You were so close that I was itching to tear you apart. But you were laughing and you were so cheery. Could I ever see you like that with me in your arms? I don't think so.

I remember also, when I saw you walking with a girl approaching my direction. Then you turned around and walked away. I'm almost sure you saw me. But why did you have to do that when I was preparing my guts to watch you and her pass by me so that I could finally let go. Do you know how many minutes I spent in the grocery store, roaming in circles with my mind flying away after that incident? No.

Twice, I felt like you've rejected me. But I can't find the might to hate you. I wish I could so that this foolishness could end. Maybe that's why I wrote this post. I've exaggerated my thoughts and my emotions so that I could spoil them. Now reverse psychology can do the trick and I'll get over you soon. It's almost a month since I've last seen you. You just keep on interjecting in my head whatever I do. I'm starting the blog all over again, am I?

Let me stop here. Even though I know I can't. To the reader, please feel free to give me some words of wisdom. And thank you so much. :)