we're all stardust, baby

it happened. it all happened. everything i have ever wished for.

i had to wait 25 years. suffering. crying. accepting.

but it has happened.

no one ever looked at me in a loving way

no one ever confessed to me

no one ever held my hand in a romantic way

no one ever kissed me

no one ever was love in me.

i will turn 23 this year, and i feel like my youth was wasted on endless hopes and hopeless tears.

i feel like a withered flower left in the window while every other flower have already found their path. im just rotting away, looking through that window hoping for someone to find me. i have ornated my petals with everything i could do and i still remained invisible.

i quite accepted it, but it hurts nonetheless.