i guess i put on too much expectations on love, im gonna meet him at the bookstore or maybe on campus, or even maybe while buying myself a movie ticket. he has to be taller than me, he has to has light skin, look a certain way, talk a certain way, dress a certain way, his hair has to be on point, messy yet sexy. this, this is why im not in a relationship, ever. i expect too much on everything, i want everything to be perfect like the way i envision it would be, and that results in me getting my heart broken, getting my hope crushed to the ground. i knew this would happen but still, i wait for it to happen, i still dont barge from those expectations i put. but for some crazy reason, it think it is totally okay to be choosy, totally okay to be picky about someone who you would want to share those little details about yourself, someone you would want to turn too when in need, its okay to be picky about someone you want to share those little moments with, someone you might probably spend the rest of your life with. sure, we cant choose who we love, but we can make efforts to be on the right path, so that our destiny might intertwined somewhere in the middle.

im not gonna settle for someone less, im not gonna put myself that low. if i want my prince charming, then i'll make the efforts to find one, im not gonna just wait for him to knock on my door.

but at the end of the day, if its meant to be, then it'll be, and in that moment, i'll be okay with that.