not the best.
not the one I've been looking for in my life.
not the one I see myself saying 'I do' to when I was a kid.
not the one I want to wake up next to in the peak of aurora.
not the one I want to kiss goodnight.
not the one I've been wishing for.
not the one I hold hands while watching the sunset.
but you'll just have to do.
I didn't think I'll end up with you.
You're not beautiful, let alone alluring.
Charming is far off.
Crazy at one point.
Emotionally disturb.
But you are hungry for me.
I am sick of you.
Seeing your face.
Seeing you smile.
Seeing your eyes shine when I kiss you.
Feeling your soft lips against mine.
Feeling the heat of your skin radiates through mine.
Feeling the adoration you give me and the endless 'I love you'.
I am sick of you.
I hate it...
when I can fairly predict your next moves.
when adventure is nowhere near your dictionary.
when you hold my hand, it seems that you've locked it tightly in yours.
when I have to hold you in my arms even if I don't want to.
You're nothing to me. Even though we've been together for more than a year.
The reason I'm with you is because I can't stand seeing the person I truly want holding hands with that bastard.
I lost the first prize = her
But I have to settle for the second prize = you
I fake a smile.
I fake a laugh.
I fake an 'I love you' message.
I fake a sincere heart.
I fake my love towards you.
YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME.
But your love towards me is amaranth.
Pure, sincere, faithful and virgin.
Genuine, passionate and undying.
Yet, I return you with fake admiration.
I am blessed that you shower me with your love.
And I will, I vow to love you.
To accept your flaws. Embrace your thoughts.
And truly love you as you are. I will. I promise.
I will try.
In the end, you will be the ONE for me.
Figment of thoughts from a male who sees nothing towards his faithful lover.
