But even so
I love you anyway
No matter how things have gone
You always have me
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Letting (her) go
When you felt like you have something different and not letting it go, it doesn’t mean you have love.
It’s just you’ve been high, but then feeling low, like when you miss the sun when it start to snow.
One of the most catchy song this early 2013.
Only know you’ve been high when you feeling low.
Can you see the world around you? Can you see how big it is? Can you understand how massive it was before we understand the sky’s the limit? Can you even imagine people now know that sky’s not even a limit anymore?
But then here we are, reading words, rambling on talks, caught on fever and getting high. And while not a single f - favor was given, life always goes on, not getting a pause and nor stop changing.
It’s a matter of believe, on what will change.
It’s a matter of understanding that believing is not as simple as that.
It’s a matter of sacrifice to understand about how hard believing is.
It’s a matter of fact, that life is nothing but sacrifice, hence love.
Do you still believe what you want to believe?
In sanity we believe that insanity isn’t sane.
I wish we could meet in the middle of a crowd like I see you on the opposite side of the room, and our eyes met together.
I wish we could meet by bumping into each other after laboratory session, destroying our work, starting our story.
I wish we could meet after we spent long look on the vast dark sky, just turn our view down and get to know each other.
I wish we could meet by getting into elevator together, all by ourself and stuck inside, sharing fear and hope together.
I wish we could meet on the deck of a ship after vacation, harboring out long awaited meeting of our life.
Those are, not the stories about how we met each other. I do not know have we been met yet now.
But what I know, is that meeting you will be one of the most thankful thing I thanked God for. From the meeting our love will grow upon each other and time will witness our feeling embrace each other.
But then, the last wish is only, I wish we could meet.
and this is what wins me BB Z10