People I HAVE to meet.

in no particular order :)

Basil Valdez

Justin Timberlake

Through my eyes.

Love is.



When you think of another person more than yourself.

When you endure the pain that comes along with it.

When you cry all the sadness alone instead of nagging him/her with it.

When you have faith in him/her amidst all the discouragements other people give you.

When you're not ashamed of telling the whole world that he/she is a part of you.

When all your plans come along with a tag of reminder that you have to think it's good for both of you.

When in all you do, you think of what he/she would be feeling.

When you understand and see through his/her hurtful words making yourself believe that it wasn't what he/she meant.

When at the end of the day, you are excited both of telling him/her your stories of the day and hearing him tell his.

When you feel/move/think freely around him/her.

When you can't sleep at night without telling him/her you love him/her.

When at random times, you see his/her smile.



Love is good.

It makes a person's day clearer.

A night's sleep sweeter.

And it makes one's morning something to be looked forward to,

cause it's another day-

to love him/her more than you did yesterday.

Someone.

And as today ends, I feel exhausted.

It's a bit complicated to tell everything that had happened.

I just really miss someone who'd want to know what happened through my day.

Who'd listen to my stories no matter how silly they are.and would laugh with me.

Who'd try to ask something behind the unknown names of people in my stories... wanting to know the people around me sincerely.

Who'd see and probe through my superficial "I'm okay.", and eventually make me pour out my stories.

Who won't make me feel stupid and just listen through my complaints how shallow they may seem.

Who'd try to make me feel better although it's not really his thing.

I miss that.

I miss having to be told stories of his day... it makes me feel that he wants to share something with me.

I miss being shared of his day's troubles.

I miss how, at the end of the day, he would make me feel good about myself.

Reminding me that today wasn't really that bad. and that tomorrow, there would be plenty of time for me to make things better.

I miss that.