… that first meeting of our eyes –
excitement, fascination and surprise —
discovery, tenderness, touching —
squandering each second
of every stolen hour —
whisper secrets, midnight wine
and flowers —
doubts, distrust, jealousy
and fears,
making up with gifts and tears —
questions, quarrels and resentment
until at last
we do not care —
two bweldered strangers
standing in the ashes
of our love affair…
Nan Witcomb, Thoughts of Nanushka, Volume VII-XII
At last, everything all make sense that I could live by it. There's nothing more that I can do… I have gave it all up. Even though I don't want to, that everyday, every hour, every minute and seconds… I still think much of you. Or even when I am surrounded with many strangers, I see a lot of you in them.
The funny thing is I am not even mad for the decision that he has made. We don't need to hurt and blame each other. If we do meant each other, our faith isn't too apart away :) Hapiness is all I seek for now. Let my self move on through this bitter and wonderful journey called life…
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