i never had found out yet if i actually love you yet.
the fragments of the broken past actually still a bit of a cling on the narrow sorrow of the shattered bit at the back of my head with the memories.
i want to love you, but i got no way of doing so.
maybe the way me loving someone will be a bit of a different.
not in the visual way.
maybe more on the secretive abstract way.
praying for you and your happiness could be such a way, right?
but i am still hoping you would understand.
i want you but i do not think i could be there with my two feet.
but i am here for you.
i want to carry your heavy weight on your shoulder, whenever you need me.
i will be there.
"She was fighting for something, she felt alive and capable of responding to the challenges facing her"
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