It was so funny to think of the past.
The nostalgiaÂ…the smellÂ…those days.
And now, I wish so much that I could be back then.
To stay with you like when sun and moon watches over me.
Realised the very day when you left me, youÂ…you are the one who brought this knowledge of Love to my heart. A New theory which was unexplainable, a substance which led me to believe I could flyÂ…all my life with you and never go back to earth, ever be togetherÂ…in our world all by ourselves.
Those innocence, those childish expressions we gave towards one anotherÂ…I wonder when would it be the next time I see it. Images of it played in my mind whenever I think of it, only without you.
When I looked at the waterÂ…rippledÂ…it gave thought to me that if, if I were to asked you not leave me and be mine. I wonder if things will be the same.
I wonder if I told you what I truly feltÂ…would you feel the same.
I wonder if I took your handÂ…will you hold mine.
I wonder if I walk with youÂ…will you take that path with me.
I wonderÂ…but never did had the chance to....
I let you slip me byÂ….and I just said goodbyeÂ….
The question 'Do you really Love Me?'
Dumbfound...
My mind raced to find the answer...
No respond from me...
actually there is one answer...
But...
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
Pablo Picasso (1881 - 1973)
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965)
Before we allow ourselves to be consumed by our regrets, we should remember: the mistakes we make in life are not so important as the lessons we draw from them.
look back at not what we have noticed obsessively... instead on what we have missed... so that in the future, we will not miss out on those things again...