makes sense, really.

we always try to decipher what someone else is thinking about. read into gestures, words. thinking, praying, hoping, wishing, that like an open book, revelation would cascade down the pages and into our laps.

never works that way really.

a late sms? the absence of a smiley perhaps? or maybe how the "hahas" dont seem to stretch on as far as usual? these things push our minds into a perpetual overdrive, a vain attempt to uncover a meaning that hey may not even be there in the first place.

we know this of course. but we fall into the same old dusty routine every single time. blame it on the natural instinct of human optimism. blame it on the desire to be appreciated. blame it on the human ego.

people do say that some wishful thinking never hurt anyone. not quite true really. we read so much into things, or sumtimes to little, that we set such high expectations. and we noe how the story goes from there. happily ever afters never do end juz like tt. cinderella is bound to get a divorce, snow white is bound to be poisoned yet again and hell she mite even have an affair wif one of the dwarves. that's life.

the more you love, the greater the possibility of being hurt. the same old dusty routine.

all we can do i guess is happily wait. yes, wait. and if you would like to, pray i guess while you wait. wait for more gestures. wait for more words. wait for a sign. wait for a yes. playing pretend as we await nicely within ourselves.

same old dusty routine.