I grew up in a numbing world where my innocence quickly faded, where trust was an expensive jewelry I couldn’t give, where love was a theory no one could prove to be true, and so I thought, “Does love really exist?”
Fate is like a bus, it brought me to you. And ever since, I can’t let you go. I am excited and scared at the same time, like everyone else feels. I don’t know where this journey will lead us. But as long as I am with you, I know I am in a safe place.
I realized that love, like life itself, is a very mean player. It drives everyone crazy. In the middle of the game, we always want to give up and walk away. But at the end, playing with love is completely fulfilling: it teaches us how to get up when down, to wake up when sleeping, to be strong when weak, and above all, love teaches us that the world is full happiness in small things we forget to see when we are busy running away.
Don’t forget that I love you.
(Please don’t cry after reading this. Honestly, you’re an ugly crier. Peace.)