slowly the raindrops filter through the leaves,
on which the gentle breeze sweetens,
releasing fragrances,
watching the moon in and out of the
white cotton clouds,
this is the night i wish i am with the one i love, to hold her silently and breathe gently. but no, this is not going to happen. i've hurt her so much and yet, i feel no guilty. what is this feeling? is it a childish infatuation or a brief moment of vanity?. for months i've thought about this, but no clear suggestion ever came to mind. every time i sit alone, i can feel her by my side, when i hark back to what happened, her adorable face appears in my sight. i have plenty of sweet memory with her, a collection that will never i dare to forsake.
this is the 3rd time i tried to win her heart back, and i promised her that this will be the time it will last. i begged her to bury all the back and past as i've learned through all the fight and separation that happiness depends on having her. all i am, i put in her hands. the path is clear, i have no other door.
simply, she replied " it needs more than words to make it real". i completely understood her proud statement, as i am the one who should kick my own stubborn ass and ask myself to zap back to reality. not only i feel no guilty, even more, i am being selfish. i still think that i deserve her, because i spend all the day thinking and through the night dreaming about her. but yes, all the thinking and dreaming wont work in this simple, hypocritical and materialistic reality.
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