Plums

Plums.  I hate you.

Movie tickets

I collect movie tickets from those films that I've seen alone.  Eversince T left me. 

I simply lost count. 

...

So near, yet so far...

How is it possible?

That you can break me, over and over again? 

Someday...

Someday my heart will stop loving you...  Someday you will no longer have any control over me.  I will break free.  Someday, you will no longer be able to hurt me and make me cry, and make me doubt myself.  Someday, I will no longer have to pretend that I am stupid just to stroke your ego.

Someday, I will meet the man that my heart chose for me.  He will love me for everything that I am and for everything that I am not.  He will accept my incapabilities and he will push me to become a better version of myself.  Someday, I will meet the man whom I will fall in love with with, my whole heart, and soul.  He will fill me with so much love and kindness, and will want me enough to fight for me--so much so that all the hurt and pain that you caused me throughout these years will all be forgotten.

Until then, you may step all over my heart as much as you want.  You may continue to treat me as your spare tire and demand that I put my life on hold for you.  Because until that someday comes, my heart will try to understand and forgive you.

And once that someday comes, I will begin to realize that what I had for you was not love at all.

Why?

And just like that, you broke my heart again...

I realized, you will never come to me.

And that I have not stopped hoping.