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Every face that passes by me, I cannot help, but to think of you. I ask myself why I think of you, why you come flooding into my mind But the very same answer repeats itself telling me it’s because you have something that belongs to me. This object you have captured is not merely just any object, but it's something that is very special. In fact, without it, I don't think I could fully be alive. I told you once before that I would never give it to someone who would carelessly handle it. But you seemed like you had potential, that you had promises behind your words. You seemed like your hands were gentle. Now, I ask myself sometimes, why did I give you a chance? And each time I ask that, I have this answer building up inside me. The answer is because I trusted and believed in you. I ask myself now if that's still true, and I cannot help but say yes. Even though, if it's only me that believes that. And that's fine. I am where I am supposed to be, People keep telling me things, what will be will be. That everything happens for a reason.. That there are reasons behind every action we do. That one day, we will find our soul mate, our other half. When two strangers meet, it is possible for serendipity to take place. Everyone keeps telling me these general ideas... And you know what? If they spoke the truth, then this pain will eventually go away, right? That, whenever it rains, the sun will always be shining in the end... That this drought will eventually go away. That I can ...
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