My longing for you

The story may be incomplete, but it will be completed in time.

I just watch how the days come and go, as the rains beat the ground. As the days chase each other, I scream silently to everyone, no matter if I shout, destroy, break, what's the use? After there is no one who understands... I'm talking about someone who cares about you more than you do, someone who would tear down the mountain, not the stone, if you tripped on a stone. It's not easy to explain. Whatever I say will be incomplete, whatever I say will be incomplete. We call him "UNKNOWN" in our own way.

That's how he came into my life, the scent of his skin enveloped the whole sky. I felt the need to look at him when I wanted to breathe. He has no idea about these lines, but I am a humble servant; my aim is not to show how perfect he is. He loved me so beautifully that the tree that I thought was dried up blossomed and bore fruit when there was not even a speck of love, not even a bud of love in my life. How much anger and resentment I had towards fate, all of it flew away with his arrival. Now she is my most precious half, I am incomplete without her, she is incomplete without me.

It turns out that it is very beautiful to love, but do you know what is more beautiful? To know that you are loved. To be loved with your shortcomings, with your shortcomings, without breaking or spilling. Don't ask for a definition of love; in my book, love is seeing her wherever you look, smelling her even when she is not there, feeling like she is there even when she is not.

The most beautiful thing is to love you.