After all this time I finally understood the difference between holding your hand and chaining your soul. I learned that love is not always about dependence and be in accordance is not always mean comfortable. I began to realize that kisses are not contracts and gifts are not promises. I began to accept my defeat with my chin up and eyes staring, with elegance and not a child's whining. I began to be able to appreciate and with each wave of goodbyes, I learned.
When I leave, I hope that's the time when I will wake up from my dream. I will then realized how lucky I am to be someone who has been in your heart, born from your eyes, lived in your mind, and left through your lips. We are defeated not only by death but also from abandonment, changes, letting go and survival. Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
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~* One More Time *~
FanfictionGulf Kanawut Traipipattanapong or Gulf, a stubborn 18-year-old young man, insisted on searching for his biological father whom he found out through a diary and a photograph that he accidentally discovered after the death of his mother. Armed with a...
