WANTED: Devil Boy!

I know I’m always like this…dreaming, hoping, wishing, and imagining things. Things that will forever be just a dream, just an imagination. It feels great when I’m like this, because I can’t feel pain, I can’t feel betrayal, I can’t feel loneliness. Just happiness. Especially when it comes about the guy I wanted in my life…my ideal guy…

…I wanted him to be childish-like, annoying, snobbish, naughty, irritating, and possess that devil’s eye.

Yeah! A devil boy.

But behind those evil manners, he has a kind heart, pure and loving. Who will always be here for me, to make me safe no matter what, to make me happy when I’m sad, to annoy me just to make me smile, to make that funny faces for me to stop crying, and to teach me how to fight back and be strong. A devil with an angelic face. Someone I can be proud of.

Now, will you tell me if that devil boy exists? Will you tell me his name and introduce me to him?

Or maybe he’s not yet here. Maybe he’s still in hell, preparing for the day we will meet. And I guess I should also prepare myself for that day, because from the very moment I’ll see him, surely, my dream, and my imagination, will be a reality. And with that, my full-of-dreams life will be disturbed and annoyed by this devil. And I’ll like that!

It’s better to love a devil than it is to love an angel. Why? Because at least a devil is a devil, but an angel…you wouldn’t know when he’ll become a devil. Do I make sense with that?

Maybe right now you’re thinking “She’s kind of weird. Wanting a devil in her life? That’s pretty abnormal.” Well, this is me, and this is what I wanted. I told you I love to dream, to hope, to imagine…that someday there’s this devil that will make my life miserable, but exciting. Why did I choose the word miserable?

Secret!!!

Just let me dream and imagine things, okay? And, will you just read? Now let me continue since it’ll be just short…


Almost everyday I used to dream. There’ll be no days that I won’t. But then, reality is reality. No matter how good I am in imagining things, I always end up realizing that it’s all but dreams…a mere illusions of my cute, little brain. But who knows, some dreams may be real.

Now for you devil boy…listen…







APPEAR IN FRONT OF ME IMMEDIATELY!!! GO!!!



.ydal. ^_^

My Vampire Sweetheart

Speed, strength, beauty, pale skin, eyes that shift color;

Blood-drinkers, enemies of the werewolf,

Cold-skinned and immortal.

Vampire! A one of a kind vampire.

A vampire with a golden, butterscotch eyes.

Perfect nose, perfect lips, perfect dazzling skin,

Perfect crooked smile, perfect velvety voice.

So beautiful, gorgeous, and alluring.

A god-like creature with an Adonis statue.

A perfect guy for a true lady…

Edward Anthony Masen Cullen

He is an invitation of my imagination

He dazzles me so much

His eyes make me freeze as he stares

As he breathes, I almost feel like heaven.

Smelling his sweet scent, feeling his heart beat.

It feels great every time I’m with him…

A vampire in a shiny, silver Volvo car

Who can carry me to the treetops

Or anywhere I wanted to

And I’m not afraid being alone with him

I always wanted to hear him laugh

To hear the most wonderful sound in the world:

Edward’s quiet laugh

I know this was insane

But his face is like a poison intoxicating me.

Now I know I was unconditionally

And irrevocably in love with him,

With him who doesn’t exactly exist.

Even though he’s just a character in a book,

He is the most important thing to me now,

The most important thing to me ever.

I knew he wasn’t there,

But I felt like he’s improbably close

And, I know someday, somewhere, somehow

Edward will come for me,

And I’ll be waiting…

.ydal. ^_^

Unknown!

From the very moment I've seen him, I knew that he will leave a big mark in my life. I don't know exactly how, but it happens. It happens in that one sunny afternoon, in one little room.
Jun, he said was his name. The name that will be embark in me forever. He invited me to dance with him, and so I accepted his invitation. I don't know what to feel while I'm in the middle of the room with the most gorgeous and beautiful guy, holding his hands, smelling his sweet scent, feeling his heart beat, and trapped in his mesmerizing stare. It was like he's hypnotizing me. And as the melody of the soft music goes on and on, he suddenly started teaching me how to love, and what love really is.
I don't know if I was falling in love or I was just being insane. But whatever it was, I'm happy to meet someone like him.
I told my friends about him, and they said I should stop this non-sense thing. They said Jun was not the type of guy for me and the fact that he has a girlfriend. So, I told them "Okay, don't worry it's just a crush. Nothing more." And so the next days of my life became perfect. Whenever I see him, my day will be complete.
The day came when I feel like I'm tired of being just a somebody for him. Somebody who justs stare from a far. He's just near but I feel like his million miles away. Maybe because we're not really meant to be together. And so I decided to just move away from him. I told myself thatI don't like him anymore.
Someone asks me, "Why don't you tell him what you feel?" As if that was so easy, like 1 + 1 = 2. I can't frankly tell what I really feel towards him. First, I was a girl. It's not good to be the first one to tell someone how you feel. You'll look flirt to others. Second, I'm a type of person who doesn't want to let anyone know what I really feel. I just keep it to myself, and sometimes to my closest friends. People have different styles, and I guess that's my style. And third, he doesn't like me. I don't know what will be his reaction if I'll tell him, so better not tell him. I'm afraid on how he'll react.
Days passed by so fast. So fast that I didn't realize that he's gone. One morning when I woke up, he was gone. There'll be no more Jun in my life. My life seems to be incomplete without him. Everyday I'm hoping to see him again. I know that my love story isn't that long, and isn't a nice one. Who knows, maybe this isn't the end of my story. Maybe someday, maybe tomorrow, the next day, next month, next year, our roads will cross again, seeing each other once more, dancing with him a second time around. I don't care when it'll be. It really doesn't matter. I'll just let everything goes on. And as our roads meet again, I hope...

just hope...

at that time, I'm the one he'll love for the rest of his life.



.ydal. ^_^