he's

he's my love.
kinda like the half of me.
that's what i think.
i don't know.
he could be.
maybe.
who cares..
all i do in this life of mine is love someone and get hurt at the end..
maybe he's realy out there.
maybe he's already whom i am loving...
i don't know.
hmm...
everytime i think of him, i feel like i just want to run to you, hug you dearly and kiss you in the rain.

"I wanna hold your hand," she said.
"if i let you hold, would you promise me that you'll never let go?," -smiled at me and thats whats you said.