HIS STORY, YOUR STORY, HER STORY

HIS STORY, YOUR STORY, HER STORY

You woke up a little pass six o’ clock in the morning with a naked girl in your arms. You tried desperately not to wake her up. A familiar scene, you carefully looking for your clothes under the sheets among the pile of other clothing maintaining your balance as you once again did the predictable and went overboard.

Yes that same old feeling, severe hang over from last night’s drinking. The girl that you met at a party or a pub, driving her to her place, staying over for the night, sneaking out before she wakes up, checking if you’re missing something, trying to remember her name and praying you won’t bump into her the next time you’re out to fish again.

It’s about another expedition again, you’re out with your buddies, and you armed with brilliant and new pick-up lines, eyeing the first pretty piece of ass that caught your eye, waiting for your “perfect timing” to walk up to her, ask her if she wanted to talk when all the while you concoct a very different talk in mind.

It’s about you and your ex; seeing her again, wondering how great she looks now that you’re not together; wondering if making her reminisce your past would make her agree to sleep with you again…and it did work. You find yourself in bed with her again. Free from all drama, the commitment and the obligation to call her later that afternoon.

Just another night at the bar. It’s all about you and your game. Finding the right girl, asking her for her digits, exchanging phone calls, emails and whatnots; showering her with sweet nothings, pulling out quotes from some dead author praying she’ll dig it, all the while thinking she better be a good lay because what you’re doing is making you nauseous, then after getting what you want, finding ways to get her off your back and reverse the procedure.

Of course, there was your girlfriend. Yes, the one who caught you cheating? The one you had to let go because apparently, her friend is much more fun than her. The one you lied to almost everyday. The one you pretended to cry over for months, lied about licking your wounds whilst all along someone was doing the job for you and more.

It’s about another night with your boys. Drinking all night and partying, playing with the girls, practicing your wit and humour, from dusk till dawn, finding yourself in a stranger’s room again, with her in your arms, having the worst hang over, kissing her goodbye, telling her you’ll call but you can’t even remember her name, leaving and realising as you take that much needed shower, it is a cycle. It is your life.

It is about that one night; when almost all your friends bailed out on you. You find yourself drinking in solitude. Your world moving in spiral and you can’t breathe, for some reason your heart somehow stopped. You look at yourself in the mirror and you see reflection of someone you don’t know. You kept thinking of your best buddy. How or what made him take a raincheck. What entered his mind or why he gave you an unimaginable excuse that he had to spend time with his girl and you wonder who’s more insane you or him.

Is the game over for you? But you’re living the perfect life. You try to convince yourself now, even writing on a piece of paper the privileges you now enjoy, but no matter how you try, to put everything in a different equation you always end up with the word empty.

What you need is to find someone who can make you look forward to another day. Someone who, when you think about her, never fails to put a smile on your face. Someone to fill the space in your heart. Someone who holds the missing piece of puzzle that could finally complete you.

Before, when you used to wake up in the morning and find somebody in your arms, your first thought was how you could get rid of her without hurting her feelings. But now, what you need is a girl who makes you want to think of reasons and ways to let her stay in your arms. Because when she's right there beside you, it is as if everything's okay. That nothing else matters but you and her.

You need someone who will make you miss her so much that you start staring at her picture every night and talking about her to your friends all the time. Someone whose thoughts will make you wake up in the middle of the night and grab hold of your phone just to text her you miss her and you love her very much.

You need somebody who makes your heart skip a beat when she smiles at you. Who makes you feel so comfortable and safe that you pour out your heart to her, unburdening secrets that you've kept for a long time. And having her tell you that it's okay, you have a new slate now, that you can leave everything where it belongs, in the past, and concentrate on what lies ahead of you.

You need someone who makes you listen more to love songs on the radio. Someone whom you pray for at night before you sleep. Someone you wish you'd dream about, for even while you sleep, you still want to be with her.

Someone whom you can finally look in the eye, without all the guilt and deceit, and tell her you love her. And you get this mushy feeling inside that tells you it's true. You want to shout over the rooftops, you love her, and she loves you! There's no better feeling in the world

Finally finding that somebody, being down on your knee, holding her hand, trying to hold the tears from falling, gathering every courage you have, asking that someone “will you marry me?”

That’s what you need. That’s what I think he needs. You asked why I always sit by the window, fiddling with my sketchpad, drinking a bottle or two, looking out as if I’m waiting for someone. WE all do. I’m waiting for him to pick me.