My darling, where are you?

My darling, where are you?

Well, I must be very odd, my darling. As until now I have not really loved anyone. From very beginning of my child, I have told myself that I can only love one with all of my heart and for a whole life. I have been waiting for you since long time, my dear. I have told myself to stay young and innocent, to be child, to be forgotten, as I have ever thought that You- my sweetheart- will recognize me among those people. You will find out me and love me as whom I am, not how I dress nor the way I look. Having that thought in mind, I have not ever concerned of my appearance that much. Not like other girls at my age, I refuse to posture. With me itâ?Ts all bull****. Because I believe, if you really love me, then you will love me for whatever I am. Since then, I have tried not to grown up â?" to stay innocent and naÃve- all for you â?" my prince!

Oh, my darling. Do you know I have not even thought of anything else since then? Gradually, I however realize that men only love beautiful girls. As traveling and seeing much more, I have strengthened this view, I feel so disappointed and discourage for love. I watch all kind of people and feel more hopeless of being found by you and finding you â?" my love forever.

As my ignorance of my appearance, and I donâ?Tt see myself as a beautiful girl. I however much believe and proud of what make me up. Cosâ?T thatâ?Ts what my parents have been giving out to me. Iâ?Tm proud of being my parentsâ?T child. Still, some ashamedness and feeling of inferiority sometimes- I donâ?Tt feel myself pretty enough to be recognized by someone. Once for awhile, I wonder if we can ever meet?

I have been waiting and seeking for you still now. Even though I have begun to tired and started having the thought of giving you up. I laugh at those girls who die for love or something they call love. Theyâ?Tre so young; still a lot more is waiting for them. I laugh at them as the way they quickly forget their parents because some guys come over and saying the love. I laugh at them as their craziness for love-and their ignorance of their lover still think of the alternative. And I think of you â?" my honey. I understand that you become more and more away from me. Iâ?Tm not a child anymore, and understanding life much more. At the bottom of my heart, I still hope will meet you because I still meet some men who love their wife for whole of their life. But itâ?Ts true that there are very few of them. They are becoming fewer and fewer this day. My faith then becomes more and more fragile as day and day pass by. Itâ?Ts growing callouses on my heart for love. You would feel very hard to persuade me if we will ever meet â?" my hero. My heart now opens more than ever and also closes more than ever. I sometimes wonder how I can be that hard on love â?" as I always be very easy-going person. How come I cannot just easily take someone to love and being loved? But Iâ?Tm a stubbron girl. Love can not be once thing for awhile as it has been around me. You cannot be a normal guy who thinks of others girls- just like most of guys nowadays. Oh, once again I have to sigh cosâ?T now you are more than just imagination.

Sometimes, I feel pity on women. Darling, they are just like flowers â?" which can not be beauty forever. Even they are beautiful, they are just not beautiful enough. Men are like butterfly, the butterfly plays with flowers for awhile- until they find another prettier flower. Flower just stands still and wait for ever â?" till they crumble and vanish as never exist. OH, it reminds me of the little mermaid. I feel pity for her- who sacrificed her life for love.

Honey, today is a beautiful day with sunshine and a lot of wind. I wish you were here for me, to cry on your shoulder, although Iâ?Tm not likely to cry now. But I will love to cry if I have you here. I have managed well along without you, but I will be your little-fragile girl â?" If I can find you of course. Donâ?Tt you consider this a funeral oration in praise of the love in me. Itâ?Ts just an ebullient moment of me. I just need to shout out loud to you â?" my love forever â?" The face I donâ?Tt know and can not image.

Love you, my honey.

Anh yêu,
Thế mà em cứ nghĩ người đó là anh cơ đấy.
Em đã vui sướng biết bao khi biết rằng nơi xa xăm có 1 người đang chờ đợi mình.
Em đã không hề mong chờ nhiều từ người đó, chỉ đơn giản là thấy vui. Một niềm vui kỳ lạ không giải thích nổi.
Anh yêu biết không, em và người- cái người mà em cứ nghĩ là anh của em ấy - đã gặp nhau một cách rất tình cờ mà hữu ý.
Hữu ý vì em đã chọn người ta mà không ai khác, tình cờ vì em chọn chỉ để vui mà thôi.
Em dặn mình đừng có tưởng bở, mà anh cũng biết là em không tin vào sét đánh phải ko anh?
Em cũng chẳng nghĩ nhiều đâu, thời gian sẽ trả lời mà.
Em bướng bỉnh lắm, thế nên em thích thử xem ''tình củ'' của chúng mình có thể ''nướng trên lửa và làm lạnh trong băng'' được không.
Ấy, em lại buôn mất rồi. Lâu lắm rồi không có ai buôn cùng em, mà ai cũng biết là em có thích buôn đâu- mọi người đều biết ý cả.
Đến đâu rùi ấy nhỉ?, à đến đoạn em tưởng người ấy là anh phải không?
Thế rồi người đó cứ xa em dần dần, xa đến độ mà em tưởng như người ấy đã quên.
Em không muốn mình dữ dội quá kẻo người ta tưởng nhầm, nhưng em lại không muốn mất đi một người bạn.
Em thông cảm cho người ta, vì đó là lẽ thường phải ko anh?
Nhưng tại sao người đó không chịu hiểu, có phải người ấy không muốn liên quan gì tới em nữa? Có phải em nên quên người ta đi như những kẻ qua đường xa lạ?
Có lẽ nào người ấy là anh?
Em thật vất vả anh yêu ạ, ....

Oh my friend, just join here to view a girl behaving like you.
My darling, i''m seeking and want to call you the sweetest word and wanna you become the most closed one too.