That day, I went out, not knowing where to go, but praying, wishing, and hoping you'd come find me. Took buses to places I've never been to, walked in the rain and cold, all alone, because I hoped you could find me. But of course, it couldn't happen. Jacq told me that that would never happen. It's kind of lame and fairytale-like to think that someone would find you without knowing where you are. It's kind of silly to think that someone would bother to find you. The pain and effort you take into finding that person, going places you don't know, feeling lost and lonely and scared, will be unknown to that person. You will do it because you want to see that person so bad, but that person won't do the same for you. Yet I do it. Because I think, the feeling of being found - when and if it happens - is going to be the best feeling in the world. So I think, it is worth it, to keep searching for you. To pray wish and hope that you'd find me if I find you. You are definitely worth it. Because I love you more than you me.

These are just words till you prove it.