day 4: does the story end happily?

i have this firmly believe that someday—i don't know when though, that i could be madly in love again with someone that gives the same energy as i am. that i'd be finally feel content with my life (i'm not saying happy because life's suck, sometimes) and regretting anything. that even if i face any bad days, someone will bring me a scoop of choco-chip ice cream and laugh the shit together. 

i still believe in love though. looking at how my father and my mother still stand together after all the storms, laughing at stupid things my father did after they argued hard things that felt like a bomb. hoping that someday—i still don't know when though, i could be with someone like i dreamt about my parents do until now. 

approaching late 20s made me realized of things i still wish for when i saw how cool my friends' life are (at least like what i've seen on my social media). it's not even half of them anymore, all of my friends are married now. some of them start to think about their children's school. another half are on their honeymoon phase and their travel stories are lined up so cool. little did i know, i'm still hoping that someday—i still don't fucking know when, i could taste the life that they've showed on instagram. 

hey, future me. this is a letter from me anxiously approaching 28 in couple of months. maybe you've seen this in your 30s (i still think about maybe it's not in near future though), but... are you happy now? when did the life turn out as cool as what you saw on the internet?

// how's life now in the future though? 

04.02.26; 7.48pm