...in this simple piece of literature, written by someone as insecure and as vulnerable as I am.
Numbed, by my own doings and fears.
I just wish I knew what I'm doing in this life, I just need to find someone who'll guide me along, encourage me and always be there when need be.
I need someone who tells me to go for it, regardless of what crazy ideas I have, someone who'll be at the finishing line, cheering me on, someone who will never say "I told you so", when I screw up, even though he knew it wouldn't work in the beginning, someone who'll study me carefully and quietly, only with his eyes, not needing to say how he feels because whatever they are, it exudes from his every pore, his every action, when he's around or away from me, someone who'll wipe my snot, kiss my tears, hug me when I'm happy, sad, angry, all the time because he knows how much I love to be held, someone who'll take my hand and lace his fingers through mine the very moment he sees me because he's so damn grateful to have me and he sees some sort of beauty in me, something that I can never see with my own eyes, someone who's proud of me and wants to share his pride with his family and friends, the whole world...
I think that's enough venting, for now.
I shall shut up, plug in some Bruno Mars and cuddle up in bed and ponder why I'm feeling this way.
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