it is not how long you held onto something that made it your own
it is how much of youself you place into that string of life called time
to be able to make it your own.
I used to be afraid to see more
Given the Rashomon effect, it doesn't matter how much information you have
it is just down to you and me.
I don't believe I can still locate my heart when hearsay pulled me into all directions
so I believe in the story you told
and take it as our love story.
I used to want everything to belong
familiarity is my safehouse.
I cannot bear the thought of sharing
especially something I used tears and time to let grow.
But why, things are never the way you want them to be.
if lessons are learnt with less impact than before, please take it as a blessing.
I will try to strengthen myself with better morals
and savor the hurt for later.