I've been at home, with flu, for a few days now. Don't know if it's the fever or just rebelion, but been thinking of life. I was always told there is a love for each and everyone of us. I never truly believed in love. I am 25 now, and have never loved anyone. I never said "I love you", not even to Mum and Dad - well, truth to be told, they have never said it to me either.
Year gone past, and now I start believing there might be such love, and would love to meet him. A certain prince, that instead of coming on a white horse by dusk to save me from the evil castle would come in a motocross with a tent and take me to Chefchaouen for the weekend where we would promiss each other a contract free long term dedicated and respectful relation.
Maybe I'm just delusional. I think it's the fever...!
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