I'm a substitute person.
A substitute person.
I've been the substitute person my whole life.
I never wanted to be anyone else.
Although not many people love me.
I was with a guy who's married to his "unknown" career.
I rarely see him.
And I'm the substitute person there.
Then you came and told me what I deserve.... I deserve more...
You. The very mention of your name make girls swoon over… so when you told me you want me, it was as if time was at a stand still… as if all thoughts were racing to my head and conspiring to make it explode.
You. Synonymous to player, babaero, manloloko. So when you told me you loved me it was as if the world made the biggest joke… and I was unfortunate enough to be the butt of it.
You. Pursued me and with every attempt I made to evade your charms I was getting sucked by an all consuming black hole. And as was inevitable I gave in.
You. The perfect trophy. Shining with all your glory. Attractive, intelligent and rich…But as moments pass that I spent in your arms, I knew that I couldn’t fool anyone. Not even myself.
You. Say the words I want to hear… your expression of your love move me to tears. Why has life decided to be so cruel to me? Why can’t I suppress this feeling that I have for you that has grown so completely wary?
You. Are my self-torture device. That I myself have chosen to turn on… and you made the first step turning it off… as I was crying one day for the pain was unbearable, you called and at that moment the pain was gone… because that was all I wanted… for you not to leave. The words coming from your mouth were all the sincerity I could ever ask for…
YOU. MAKE ME BELIEVE IN CHANCES.
And after so many failed attempts, trying to steer it at my command, I let Love find its course; curving and running and flowing until it reaches YOU.
Soon I realized one does not direct the course of Love. Love directs its own path – it directed me to YOU. Once in a while, Love gives us a fairy tale, right in the middle of a miserable life. Just when we least expect it.
Other women have seen angels, but when I saw YOU, I knew it was enough. Enough to make me feel alive again, enough for me to see the world in vivid colors once more, enough to be contented with what is enough, with what is in front of me.
Other women would die for their belief, while I could die for you, I could be a martyr for love, if you want. For I have loved to the point of madness; madness that knows no bound nor space nor time; madness that bows but one master; madness that is eternal, and illimitable; madness that knows but one true love – and that is YOU.
True! Love is infinite, immeasurable, and pure. Love frees us all of our grief and miseries, of our soreness and suffering, of all the pain in life compounded by time. Love is patient, love is kind. Love is God! And, I will love you with love that is gentle and kind and warm; I will love you with all the love that eternally dwells in me.
Call me cheesy... But I'm very much in love with YOU....
A substitute person.
I've been the substitute person my whole life.
I never wanted to be anyone else.
Although not many people love me.
I was with a guy who's married to his "unknown" career.
I rarely see him.
And I'm the substitute person there.
Then you came and told me what I deserve.... I deserve more...
You. The very mention of your name make girls swoon over… so when you told me you want me, it was as if time was at a stand still… as if all thoughts were racing to my head and conspiring to make it explode.
You. Synonymous to player, babaero, manloloko. So when you told me you loved me it was as if the world made the biggest joke… and I was unfortunate enough to be the butt of it.
You. Pursued me and with every attempt I made to evade your charms I was getting sucked by an all consuming black hole. And as was inevitable I gave in.
You. The perfect trophy. Shining with all your glory. Attractive, intelligent and rich…But as moments pass that I spent in your arms, I knew that I couldn’t fool anyone. Not even myself.
You. Say the words I want to hear… your expression of your love move me to tears. Why has life decided to be so cruel to me? Why can’t I suppress this feeling that I have for you that has grown so completely wary?
You. Are my self-torture device. That I myself have chosen to turn on… and you made the first step turning it off… as I was crying one day for the pain was unbearable, you called and at that moment the pain was gone… because that was all I wanted… for you not to leave. The words coming from your mouth were all the sincerity I could ever ask for…
YOU. MAKE ME BELIEVE IN CHANCES.
And after so many failed attempts, trying to steer it at my command, I let Love find its course; curving and running and flowing until it reaches YOU.
Soon I realized one does not direct the course of Love. Love directs its own path – it directed me to YOU. Once in a while, Love gives us a fairy tale, right in the middle of a miserable life. Just when we least expect it.
Other women have seen angels, but when I saw YOU, I knew it was enough. Enough to make me feel alive again, enough for me to see the world in vivid colors once more, enough to be contented with what is enough, with what is in front of me.
Other women would die for their belief, while I could die for you, I could be a martyr for love, if you want. For I have loved to the point of madness; madness that knows no bound nor space nor time; madness that bows but one master; madness that is eternal, and illimitable; madness that knows but one true love – and that is YOU.
True! Love is infinite, immeasurable, and pure. Love frees us all of our grief and miseries, of our soreness and suffering, of all the pain in life compounded by time. Love is patient, love is kind. Love is God! And, I will love you with love that is gentle and kind and warm; I will love you with all the love that eternally dwells in me.
Call me cheesy... But I'm very much in love with YOU....
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