Some days, it’s hard. It’s really hard. I know it is. I know what it’s like, trust me, I do. I pray and hope that maybe, one day, life will be good and love will treat us right. Maybe, one day, everything will find its path and fall into place. Maybe, one day, you will find someone to whom you will tell everything, with whom you can be somebody spectacular and beautiful; somebody to whom you will mean the world. Imagine what it must be like to be loved; to feel wanted, missed, dreamed of. To have your heart filled with warmth and to have all your worries and doubts cast away by a mere embrace or soft touch of lips. To know that there is someone out there who loves you unconditionally, no matter how many times you stumble, fall, or bruise yourself..

Someone who will pick you up from the ground, carry you home as you gently fall asleep to the sound and cadence of lulling words whispering, “It’s going to be alright”. Someone who will gingerly lay you on a soft, high bed covered in light, fluffy pillows; dim out the light and leave you to dream away in a room lit up with little stars scattered on the ceiling above your weary eyes. Someone who will take your leg, arm, knee, elbow, and wipe away the blood and dirt, clean up the wound, and patch it up. Someone who will know how to do this many times, accustomed to the repetitious pattern you will fall into endlessly. Someone who will clean and patch up all your wounds no matter how tedious it may be. Someone who will leave room for mistakes to happen over and over again because you are thin-skinned and weak. Someone who will accept and appreciate your vulnerability and will know not to exploit it as many others have before. Someone who will always be there..

Maybe one day life will be good.. Maybe some day, love will find us..

(erniZah ) ❤