Black and White

Five men. Four I don't care for, but the fifth.

Why is life like that? I keep asking myself why life is so unfair. I don't have a clear answer to any of my life questions. Who does, anyway?

I recently reflected on this and thought to myself; maybe that Man above wants me to get the best. Maybe He just wants me to experience falling in love, heartbreaks, dates and all that romance on people who are worth my time.
People who are worth my time.

Who exactly are those people? I long to experience someone who'll love me enough to wait for my "yes" after months and months of waiting, someone who'd stalk me in secret, know what I've been doing and what I've been writing and do all those little details that'l make me smile. And someone who would pick me up and always be willing to spend on gas to do so just to be able to show that he cares about me. But there's nothing more I'd love than to belong to a man I love back with all my heart.

The four of them have nothing special; there's no Chemistry, there's no connection. I usually know when I like a guy if, when he calls me, I'd be happy to receive the call. But if I hesitate and refuse to answer, then I am not interested.

And there is only one person who I wish would call me; the fifth. The fifth who I started to like but who doesn't care. Why does life have to be like that? Is he worth my time?


Thinking about it, I should admit that he isn't.

Life is like Black and White streaks. The darkness creeps up to haunt us but the dawn will come streaming in. Just like the days and nights.

One thing's for sure though; that it's always darkest before dawn.