confession it wasn't my fault i
wasn't sick enough.
it wasn't my fault i tried to overcome.
it wasn't my fault i couldn't speak your language
it wasn't my fault i couldn't express myself to you,
then subsequently everyone else around me.
it won't be my fault when i move away.
it's not my fault i can't trust anyone now.
it's not going to be my fault that this family breaks down
after i take my leave.
i'll meet him. the soulmate, the better
half. the one i think of when i hear about a new restaurant
opening up. the one i want to sleep next to and wake up to. the
one i'll never get enough of. life partner and secret
keeper. shoulder to lean on, best friend for eternity. i'll
meet him and he'll meet me. i hope we will both get this
sense instantly. a fleeting thought that thereafter leaves us
thinking, there's the person i've been waiting