I just finished watching a spoken love poetry.
And suddenly I have had that inspiration to write.
I thought I want to be that girl.
That girl he wishes to be his’, no matter what her mama says.
I want to be that girl whom he’d say his weirdest dreams and how his day went
That girl whom he’d spent time in the couch doing nothing.
The girl who will end up in bed side-by-side reading and writing their love story.
I wish I can be that girl he can be vulnerable with.
The girl he’d say, “I love you” every single day.
I wish I can be that girl he wants to shower with gifts, hugs and kisses.
The girl who constantly challenges him to become a better version of himself.
The girl who will support him in his every endeavor.
Who will constantly cheer him up when he is down.
Whom “awkward silence” is never in the vocabulary.
Who will accept him for who he is but is in constant support for his growth.
That girl who will be his teammate when they tried to beat him.
I would want to be that girl.
Would love to be that girl.
I want to be that girl, if he only let me in.