Promises are meant to be broken …
Promises are half lie …
But in my case ..
Promises are the things that I should not break before I die.
Promises that will make my life to have wonderful and amazing experiences.
Promises that will lead my life to have a happy ending.
Yes. I’m dying. I already accepted that fact. The fact that no matter what, no one could ever heal or cure the pain I feel.
So before I die, I promised to myself that I’ll find a man who will love me more than I do. And will accept me for what I am.
I thought if I accomplished my promises, it would be easy for me to accept that I’m dying.
But I was wrong.
I realized that it was hard. Really hard. To leave the person who loved and accepted you wholeheartedly.
But what am I going to do? It’s part of our life. That we’ll die.
Miracle .. miracle is what I want. Another chance to live! Another life!
We only live once. But ….
God … could you please give me another chance to live? Just for me to express what I really feel to the one that I love the most?
Just … one last chance, one last life.
