I first returned.
I returned without the knowledge that such a great change would happen to me.
That June, I finally belonged.
That June, I found a family.
Then I left.
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I returned again.
Bonds strengthened, new memories formed.
I left.
I realized that longing for love is what makes living worthwhile.
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Yet again, I returned.
That two months was perhaps the best two months that I could ever wish for.
The love was heavenly. The love of a family.
Nothing can be compared to such bliss.
When I left once again, I died.
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I returned. I was reborn.
We cheered. We celebrated. We smiled. We laughed.
All I longed for, all realized.
Soon, I will arise and go.
I can already feel myself dying.
But I will persist.
I will continue to long. Continue to love.
Continue to seek bliss in the memories we share.
My heart and soul, I shall leave behind.
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