With arms outstretched

People are people and sometimes we change our minds
But it's killing me to see you go after all this time

Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie
It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see

And we know it's never simple, never easy
Never a clean break, no one here to save me

And I can't breathe
Without you, but I have to

People are people and sometimes it doesn't work out
Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out

It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend
Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me


*Lyrics from Taylor Swift's Breathe


It really is 2 AM.
And I'm waiting for you.

I just said to someone earlier how fairy tales kind of tell girls that the only way that we'll be happy is when we meet our princes - which isn't really a good thing.

And yet here I am, waiting for mine.


I still believe that women don't need men to complete themselves, and the same goes for men. Some people grow old without a significant other, and they're okay with that. They still lead happy lives. They devote their love not to their husbands or wives, but to other people, maybe family or friends, and maybe their dreams or whatever.


And as usual, I don't exactly do the things I preach.

I just can't figure out how one person can have this certain effect on me. Someone I've never even really met. Someone that I don't exactly know. Although I tell myself that I do. He doesn't know it, but I know that I know him. I don't know his favorite color, his middle name or things like that, but I just have that feeling that I know him. Like how he is, or how he behaves, or the way he thinks.

Well actually, maybe not the way he thinks. For some reason, he keeps sending me offline messages in Y!M. I don't even know if it's a group message or just for me. It's just really short ones like 'hi', 'hey' or happy and frowny faces. And recently a quote from (500) Days of Summer, which by the way I haven't even watched yet. But I really, really wanted to. Sadly during the time that it was in theaters, we don't really get out much. Anyway... I don't know what to think of these messages. I wouldn't like to think much of it, cause sometimes I message him when he's online and he doesn't reply. During the times that he does reply, our conversations go nowhere.

I really take a long time to move on. The first time this kind of thing happened I was 15. It took me a year to get over the guy. I thought that was long already. And yet here I am three years later still hoping for the same guy. Well, not that first guy, but the main guy, who by the way was the reason I got over the first guy.

I wouldn't normally blog about this 'cause it's not just me. I don't usually pour out my feelings to friends, let alone in my blog. It seems weird telling myself what I'll write. But this has been going on too long already and I just had to vent.


...And still "Breathe" is playing repeatedly.