Dear myself,
I could feel it again. That feeling. But this one is sweeter. It's the feeling, not for making that person as ours, but the feeling that is grateful because that person is alive. It doesn't matter anymore whether that person loves us or not. It doesn't matter anymore whether we declare ourself with a label called relationship.
This, like this, is enough. Without anything more, and yet, with something more.
Let's never go back to our possessive and obsessive attitude, myself.
And just enjoy this moment. Like this. Nothing more.
Nothing less.
= sweet memories 13-14/01/07, don't ever forget =
I could feel it again. That feeling. But this one is sweeter. It's the feeling, not for making that person as ours, but the feeling that is grateful because that person is alive. It doesn't matter anymore whether that person loves us or not. It doesn't matter anymore whether we declare ourself with a label called relationship.
This, like this, is enough. Without anything more, and yet, with something more.
Let's never go back to our possessive and obsessive attitude, myself.
And just enjoy this moment. Like this. Nothing more.
Nothing less.
= sweet memories 13-14/01/07, don't ever forget =
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I was once like that, but nowadays I became more and more possesive. Scary... But every side has its negative and positive, so I guess as long as I'm not extremely possesive, it should be fine, shouldn't it?
A lifetime can be likened to a lonely beach of sand.
a stranger makes a mark one day, an imprint of a hand.
As time goes by the beach once clear is now a cluttered field
of memories and keep-sakes of the ones that we hold dear.
Time does its best to wash away remembrances of those -
the ones we never meant to meet - the ones we never chose.
But as through some odd twist of fate these are the ones we cherish.
The time we spend with these such friends, will never, ever perish
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