I've always been asked to wait for that one person that could make me happy. It was a hard journey to bump into people that you thought was the one - but in the end, it turned out that they never fit. It would hurt after that realization. We would not know where to go or what to do. We would feel alone during those glimpse of the memories where they made us smile.
I've gone through it all. I've tried paths which seems to go to a green land - but it turned out the place was simply too crowded for two. I've sailed to coasts where I thought people could wait - but it turned out it was simply just too far to even be heard. I've walked into places where things seems alright - but it turned out things weren't as easy to understand as it seemed to be. The journey was indeed hard. We needed to endure the pain of every heart breaks, and to learn from those where we've been. But the hardest of all is finding yourself willing to walk again. There was no certainty on which end we have to go. However, one cannot just stay put trying to rationalize a past. We have the capacity to forget and understand an end - where we realize that it was a misjudgement on our part to fall for the wrong person.
The search starts again and one would grow exhausted ending up with the same old circle. Nevertheless, one should not wither because journeys are meant to end. We'll reach a dead end where we'll meet that person that would make us happy. We should not expect her to be perfect - no one is. But, what is perfect is the union that you both have. This is when,even with our imperfections, we feel complete. Every person is a half, indeed. We fill in each other's incapacities - and within the populace, there is simply one that exactly fits and forms what we may call a perfect circle.
And tonight, as I write this, I am eager for people to undersantd one thing. I've actually found the one that fits - the one that makes my circle perfect. This circle that is not just mine to keep, but for both of us to nourish. It is not just because of what she could do to me, but also, what I think I could do to her. When not only a part is heeded but the whole;when not only a half counts but one; when not only one cares but both, this is when we understand that we've actually made it.
And to you my dear, nothing is more appropriate for me to say than what I actually feel and is willing to show and tell you for the rest of my life....
I love you.
