I do not understand enough the concept of love and loving, to love and be loved, and if you are just just amazed by how stars devoid this universe or you are really in surrender of your own universe.
The image of a love that's sure and promising is too distorted. I'm living in uncertainty, in a world of broken glasses and bed of roses, in a world of everything nice and everything hurts.
But like shooting stars or a blink of an eye, I feel like I'm missing the idea of your existence every minute, like if there's still another minute to get another chance.
Just like corny jokes, chocolates,flowers, and everything sweet and nice, our favorite three words will never go out of style. We speak fluent love every time we're exchanging words of sincerity.
Just like random flowers and book pages, I want to water you daily by reminding you of your worth, I want to rearrange the fallen pieces of your soul, I want to help us grow wild and see the beauty in everything that we're becoming.
I want to become less of a human. Take me to the forest or near the sea where I could walk barefoot. Let me be that flower you chose to water daily instead of plucking just to be withered days after. Let me be the afternoon sunlight that covers your skin. Let me be the sound of lullaby when you're asleep while dreaming of every beautiful thing. I want to let you know that like how we belong to each other, we also belong to the nature.
I can't go back anymore, nor can I move on. I'm in the middle of nowhere where feelings are hard to explain---fate and destiny, but I believe we're fated to do things through our own little ways, like choosing and staying or letting go and forgetting.
Hold on tight,sweetheart. This ride is a dangerous thing, I'm afraid we'll come to grief, but for sure this is worth all the passing time.
