*This is a very rare post about “love”. Enjoy it; it may be the last.*
Everyday, I look for a song for you, but I never find any song out of the 2,400 songs I have in iTunes. I have difficulty in searching for guitar chords in the Internet so that I could record a cover dedicated to you. Not even “A Song for You” by The Carpenters can be my song for you. I really want to sing you a song… I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT SONG TO SING!
I’ve always wanted to write songs… I’ve already written two, and none of them are good for you to hear (I was young then so yeah). I wrote about love even without an inspiration… Hmm maybe that’s why my songs suck. Now that I have you, I STILL CAN’T WRITE A SONG!
Maybe it’s because I’m not fond of poetry… Or I lack experience… Or I’m hiding things…
I want to tell you how much I like you, but I don’t want to tell you at the same time. I want you to know so bad; so bad that I eng up imagining this everyday: one day, we were walking in the park and you slipped your hand in mine and told me that you love me and you want to be with me forever. But what if you would never slip your hand in mine? This is why I don’t want to tell you: everything will be on the line. I don’t want to jeopardize whatever we have right now, but…
I can’t write songs because I’m not like those fearless songwriters who let the whole world know that s/he loves this person because like this, like that. Well, I also lack the gift of playing with words beautifully in poetry. Oh, and I kind of lack in the musicality part (not the singing). But despite these hindrances, I will still write a song for you… I just don’t know if I’ll sing it to you.
I know that you may or may not slip your hand into mine, but how will I know if I won’t try and find out? Confessing to someone that you like him/her is so hard (according to those who have experience), but keeping everything to oneself will not do anything (unless the person you like likes you back and s/he makes the first move). It’s just… See? I can’t even complete my sentences. IT’S COMPLICATED! THERE YOU GO!
Still, I will write you a song. Maybe the time will come that you will hear that song and you’ll realize that the song was actually written for you. Maybe after hearing that song, you’d go to me and hug me and tell me that you feel the same way. Maybe. Just maybe.
Forgive me, for I have digressed too much in this blog post. And this is a pretty shallow and sabaw post, so forgive me. I cannot contain my feelings!