I feel like nobody knows me. Like really really know me. Even myself.
If I stand here and someone ask my family to introduce me, I wonder what would they say or if there would be anything they can say.
If I stand here and ask my friends who am I, will they will be able to answer?
If I do this and that, will my boyfriend understand me?
If you will to answer questions about me, what score will you get?
This is nonsense, right? Well, I admit to that. But no matter what, I can't stop wondering.
If I am being backstabbed, who will give me the benefit of the doubt?
If I'm feeling down and I choose not to talk, who would guess the reason right?
I'm sorry but I just can't stop wanting to have someone who knows me so well that I don't have to explain myself every damn time I make mistakes.
Someone who knows the story behind my smile, my laugh, my tears, even my sighs and my silence. Someone who knows when I'm angry, or happy, or sad, or just not in the mood for anything, or hungry. Someone who knows when I'm lying.
Someone who remembers the little things about me.
Someone who knows me so much more than I know myself.
But all I can do is wonder and wait for that day when I get to meet that someone. And if fate and the Almighty allows it, I hope that someone will never have to leave.