My type

When you are sick and you are all alone you will then realized the importance to have someone by your side. Flaming body and you could hardly feel your legs, parched but wobbling down the stairs to get a cup of water appeared like a perpetuity journey. And your mind..your mind keep flickering to piles of works on your office table, to cats that need to be feed, to think of a way to get some food so you will not be that weak.


Helpless. All you can do is lie on the bed all day. You walk but making few steps already makes your lungs feel like exploding. Wheezing. Hold on tights to the wall, hoping you will not stumble.


The only thing that keeps your spirit high is the phone call from that someone special. Every time you see his number displayed on the screen, your heart smile, secretly.


He is simple and mysterious. Simple but complicated. Sometimes you can't guess what is inside his mind. His words doesn't brace with his expression. Which make you wonder sometimes, is there any space for you in his heart?


Choosy I might be but not when it comes to man. Which now I think narrowly true. If he has money but speak as if he owns the world, he can rot in hell. If he has no money but speak as if he owns the world, he too can rot in hell. Don't come to me and say you can offer me the world and at the end what you give to me are only headache. I hate men who are damn good with words. You don't need to sugar coated me because at the end of the day you will just piss me off. By then, your words doesn't mean anything.


I loath the type of guy who think he owned me. Like I'm not capable to make my own decision. That I have to listen to what he says as if everything he said is true and my opinion is doesn't matter at all. He wants to stand tall, he wants people to look high on him when the truth, is more than pathetic. Making you feel like you was born to please him and without him, the world is not moving. Sod off. Oh, I've met with this kind of guy. Irking.


My type of guy would be someone with vision yet humble. Doesn't have to try so hard to impress people for admiration. If you are a respectable person, you don't have to be preaching or tell people of all the good deeds that you have done. If you are a respectable person, people will acknowledge, just by observing.


My type of guy would be someone who respects other people. Never discriminate nor judgmental.


My type of guy would be someone who is sweet but in an unexpected way. Being too sweet would be corny. Being sweet all the time would make it ordinary.


My type of guy would be someone who always comprised when facing rows. Not shoving every blame to my face or blaming himself, forcing myself to feel sorry for him. Why not talk or even laugh about it later? Maturity and compassion is the key.


But most of all my type of guy would be someone who is able to be at my door when I need him the most.


When you are sick and you are all alone the best cure is when he, the one you truly gave your whole heart to, appeared on your doorstep with a smile and a big hug.


And then you know, you do have a special place in his heart.
Like he did, in yours.