I once remembered someone saying that falling in love is a magical process.
You don’t know whom you’ll develop feelings for, and sometimes it can be completely irrational.
Like being infatuated with an idea of someone, liking someone you’ve never met, or even falling in love with someone who hurts you.
But I believe love is about waiting. Whether it’s waiting for departure or anticipating someone’s arrival.
Because it understands that often what’s broken won’t come together again, and that’s okay.
I hope you will be loved completely, to be a priority and placed first.
I hope you find someone who asks about your day, wants to know everything about you.
I hope you find someone who eagerly listens to your happiness, achievements, and everything that makes you proud of yourself.
I hope you find someone who always waits for your news.
Someone who worries when they see you sad.
Someone who believes you have the sweetest smile beneath the sky.
Someone who can make you laugh when you’re sad.
Someone who is willing to share their homemade fried noodles.
Because you deserve to be loved and made happy.
I hope someday someone will tell you that your gaze is like a thick blanket that wraps around your body when the rain arrives, providing comforting warmth.
I hope whoever is with you will realize that your eyes provide serenity, like the sincere prayers of sinners, assuring that perhaps this wicked life is still worth living.
In the midst of being crushed with hope, tomorrow, if you read this, I hope happiness accompanies you throughout the day.
