Did you ever imagined and desired “a perfect lover”? One love that was seamless?
Although I have thought of that before, but I never be able to become your perfection. Maybe (it’s because) I’m unable to fulfill your requirements forever? Or that I’m already scarred all over, at most I can be is your burden?
Trying to ask myself, when I never thought of you? It seemed that there’s no one day that I didn’t felt helpless towards reality. It seemed that everyday I felt jealous about the things from you that I wanted badly which are so easily obtainable by others.
Is it that I’m incapable? Or that there are things that can only be met but never be demanded? Maybe it’s the latter, after all it’s something that cannot be forced or commanded from others.
Really felt completely discontented…
In this situation, what I can really do? Wishing for a miracle maybe was a bit too much … and wasn’t wishing for the appearance of another “him/her” the same?
That so-called nutrient of “love”, until now I’m still trying to seek…