where are you

Wait for the person who pursues you, the one who will make an ordinary
moment seem magical, the kind of person who brings out the best in you and makes
you want to be a better person ; wait for the person who will be your best
friend , the only person who will drop everything to be with you at any time no
matter what the circumstances, for the person who makes you smile like no one
else and when they smile you know they need you. Wait for the person who wants
to show you off to the world when you are in sweats and a tee shirt, but
appreciates it when you get dressed up for them. And most of all, wait for the
person who will put you up at the center of their universe, because that’s where
you belong.

Between 519 and 520

When you cry a piece of my heart dies
Knowing that I may have been the cause
If you were to leave
Fulfill someone else's dreams
I think I might totally be lost
You don't ask for no diamond rings no delicate string of pearls
That's why I wrote this song to sing
My beautiful girl

On a Tuesday night, you looked me in the eye and you sang this words

Burning all your bridges down

Under the night sky, I vowed like a fool. And I shit you not, but i promised to you that I'll be there for you. But just when I came back from enchanting Shang-Hai, you point your finger at me telling me I've changed and I became so cold and distant. I just ponder, but how can someone be as equally mean to me and show no sense in pity for my plight that I'm fighting a virus that was just 50% close of that of h1n1.

I just wonder why,
I just wonder why,
I just fucking wonder why,

how you turn out to be someone who is about to say goodbye?

oh no we're headed for heartbreak

Always under or above,
I don't know how to decipher if it is love,
I know that it has to be a me and a you,
But both of us have different views,
Of course i'll be alright,
I guess i just had a bad night.

That's Shakespeare in love

Your lips that pours out words like his.

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Dud, my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For i ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Romeo & Juliet, William Shakespeare