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Forever

I've been looking for forever, from well, forever. I've hunted high and low, here and there. Everywhere. I've picked up every rock, shaken every tree.

I've behaved abominably when I haven't found it and deluded myself into thinking that I have found it at times. Only to realise that whatever it was, it wasn't forever. It was bits and pieces. Fragments. And my heart ached a little bit every time.

But now I know better. I'm going to wait for forever and at the same time not wait.

Forever will come to me when I least expect it. When I'm ready for it. And not a minute too soon. When I'm able to love, as much for its flaws as for its beauty. For its talents as for its failings.

It will come not reeking of perfection, but of warmth and comfort and knowing we fit together.

It will blossom under long walks in the rain, sparkle over strawberry iced teas and blueberry cheesecakes. Grin lopsidedly over Kiwi Martinis and Scotch on the rocks. Be positive through hard work days and tough family times.

To the one whom I'll be able to talk to and vent to be and be friends with. To honesty and hope and patience.

I know it'll be mine someday.

Comments

Mynie said…
OMG!!!!
Lyandra you have been longing for love for way too long!
Jokes apart, I think it's one of the best posts on your blog. It is well orchestrated at the same time easy flowing. It moves with grace and breaks jarringly too. It's brilliant. Simply brilliant.
Revs said…
I like this one :)
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Mynie: Shut up yer face

@ Revs: Thank you. I was in an unusually poetic mood.

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