Hopes and Rather Than's
2:03 AM
I hope I could tell you what I feel, rather than laugh at your empty-humored jokes.
I hope I could let you hear every earsplitting thud of my chest when you're around, rather than smiling and staring at you when you're not looking.
I hope I could sing you the words of my grief and longing, rather than listen to songs we quite didn't understand.
I hope I'm your the only choice, rather than be one of them, or not even.
I hope I could make you smile like no one else did, rather than making you laugh because of a lunch-caused dirt in between my teeth.
I hope there's this kind of love for us, rather than conflict, incompatibility, trouble, and incongruity.
I hope I could be the one for you, rather than being stuck in a zone where I'm not allowed of everything except to be your everyday-buddy. Your bestfriend. Your lifetime-like companion. Because this, I couldn't accept.
Someday, there won't be HOPES for us to hope.
There wouldn't be RATHER THAN'S for us to get rid anymore.
And there would be no more writings for longing, such as this.
Because "we" happened, and I could write no more because we're busy doing things together.
We're busy doing things we hoped for, before.
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