it is a saturday evening. and here i am, with my favourite book and a cup of coffee. he wanted to meet me and i agreed. not that i was eager to meet him, but the boyfriend had plans and i was bored, so why not. he has a book too, but i dont think he is reading it, neither do i. i didnt tell him much about me, he doesnt need to know all that. but he told me of his past loves, his present love and his dreams. i wasnt sure of what to say, i am not even sure if i'm supposed to be here with him.

i wish he didnt say what he said. but he did. it's not his fault, i tell myself. he doesnt even know about my boyfriend, or what type of person he is. he just says it sincerely from his heart and it somehow made me contemplate and wonder, whether i am really complete. i ask myself, "am i really that happy with him?" i do love him, ive always thought that he was my everything. and that my world revolves around him. but now, as i sit beside this guy, laughing at his spontaneous jokes.. i start to wish he was mine. maybe he wasnt perfect, but i know somehow he can make me happy.


all i want is to be happy.