sometimes he told me i’m a strong lady
This very person calls me tough
and the other times he told me i’m soft
This very person knows that I'm miss independent
and yet he likes the way I needed him to be around every now and then
somehow I catch a glimpse of admiration
glimpse of adoration and infatuation coming from his crystal blue eyes.
Yet most often than not I have my eyes blurred by the tears in the middle of the night.
Curling up my body so that it could embraces its own, wishing to trick the mind into thinking that He, that person, my person is the one embracing.
