I feel. I sense. How someone sees me in person through their inner mind, deeper thoughts, unconscious and slipped statement from their bare mouth even when it comes out as jokes. Though I can’t verify the authenticity of them, I can’t not holding onto these ideas.
How it’s like to be, when someone always sees you as an alternative, back-up, last person they would want to end up to live with?
That their superior, arrogant, yet a total human-ish idea of having a physically perfect and talented partner will always be their wish, so no matter how much you do in loving them, will never be enough.
That they want to stay with you today because they think they are not decent enough yet to get the perfect one, so in the meantime, staying with you is the last option they could have, while keep waiting to get a chance of accomplish their ego.
I am like a bomb with a time.
will you stay with me, my love, till we’re old and gray? 🎶 – Preview it on Path.