I adored the way love appeared on the big screen-two people destined to go to great lengths just to be together. Above all else, they bent the world to make space for their love. And yet, I never once asked why: if love is boundless, without constraint, why does it so often arrive as an interruption-demanding more than it can give? Maya says love recognizes no barriers. I take that as gratitude for those with genuine hearts and sound minds. As for me, if you must intrude, disturb my peace-not my time. I remember the first time you let my heart bleed. We were young, and I prayed to God to change your mind-but my life was just beginning. I told myself, if it's meant to be, it will find its way back to me. So I wiped my tears and continued on my way. But then I found you again. Maybe I should have turned the other way. Maybe I should have been harder, colder, wiser. But something in me stayed soft. And just maybe-you were the answer. So I stayed. And I pray that my love for you won't be the end of me.