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To be brave is to love someone unconditionally without expecting anything in return. To just give that takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our face or leave ourselves open.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
stop dying & start living \m/


already gone
i love you enough to let you go

i thought i was stuck.
and so,

i stood there alone, again.

no,
i don't wish for this to happen.
i don't want this to happen.

you made it happen.
so why am i still here ?

no,
you were not the one who made me stuck.
i made myself stuck.

i'm moving forward now.
but this time i'm looking back, though it hurts.

we can't revive what's dead.
and i can't pick up those pieces alone.

one day,
when you're catching up,
i'll wait.

but now,
i've to move.

you once told me you admire me for my strength and hope.
but you told me every single day i've to be stronger than before when you left.

and so my dear,
i decided to finally get on my feet and run.

though i'll miss those times and moments badly.

finally i decided its time to let go.

it'll come back if it meant to be mine.
always look at the bright side of things.