All I wanted was to be with you. I miss you and I still occasionally see you in my dream, feeling lost in end because I realised that you weren’t real. That even in my dream, the reality slaps me right before my eyes. But the bittersweet side of this is now I am living my greatest dream –to become a poet. Something that turned my lamp into a sacred fire. I’m just feeling the pain now. Perhaps, this is my chance to understand why it didn’t work. That everything I’ve done distracted me enough not to think of you. I still cannot describe that part of my life when I had to cut off everything to re-design my life. It was me who wasn’t ready for you, my love. It’s always been me who’s not ready for love. And I had it but I was a coward. Sorry for this long message.
I just really missed you.