Happy Being Miserable

Why is it so, that ones I hold dearest to my heart, do not understand me, and the most unexpected people do?

I am not wasting away, as most would think. I am just waiting.

Just waiting for that person. The one who could unravel the mysteries to my heart.

The one to decode all my nonsense and whining and bravado, and just pull me aside, to hug me and say, "Hey, it's all okay. I'm here for you."

Prince Charming, is a charming idea, an IDEA, mind you, not a fact. Not a reality.

He who does not exist, except for in our, or my, twisted mind.

I want someone, who just knows, what it is, to be in my shoes.

To know how to pull me out. How to bring me in from the rain. How to cheer me up. How to talk to me, in my worst and ugliest moments. How to care, without having to say so much. How to be there. How to know, what it is I need, right there, without even having to pry it out of me.

Is this unreal? A figment of my imagination? An unreachable height by which I forego everything that comes my way?

I think not. I think.... my cousins are right.

Maybe, they didn't want to settle, by settling down.

I believe, somewhere out there, that personality is waiting.

What if it will never happen? Will never come true? That he meets up with someone else?

Then... perhaps, I will just go on my journey, as I started it.

Alone.

I do not want the company I keep right now.

It all cries out to me, as soulless and with ulterior motives.

Or perhaps, I am just destined to walk this path alone.

Some people are, aren't they?

Well, Julia, better get used to it.