sometimes, even if we're surrounded by the people we know, we still feel alone.
we feel empty.
as if something is still missing.
that no matter how much we laugh or talk, there's still a hole inside us that no amount of jokes or conversation can fill up.
at some point, we ask ourselves what's wrong but we find it hard to come up with an answer.
we begin to think that maybe something is wrong with us but we still try to convince ourselves that we're ok.
incomplete.
yes, that could be a perfect word to describe what we're going through.
we feel incomplete.
we're looking for that missing puzzle piece that'll make us complete.
we're yearning for that missing part.
we hope and pray that someday we'll be able to find that "someone".
at the end of the day, we all just want to be with that someone who'll make us feel perfect and complete.
that someone who'll cuddle us when we feel sad.
who'll give us a hug when the world has turned its back from us.
who'll tell us that everything's gonna be ok.
someone who'll accept us no matter how many flaws we have.
someone who'll love us unconditionally.
looking.
waiting.
hoping.
it's the least we can do for now.
and while that someone hasn't arrived yet, we'll still feel empty, hollow and incomplete no matter how much we deny it to ourselves.
