Before you go on to read this, I want you to take a deep breath, and thank a few people. I'll give you a list: God the Almighty; for giving you the chance to live and see the world, Your parents; for raising and helping you find light in this life, Your loved ones; for making you feel assured that you're never alone in this world and last but not least, YOURSELF; for all the effort you took, to carry on living every second and every minute of your life. For getting through all the struggles life put you through. Scraping through with scars known as life-lessons to give you that every bit of experience that will be forever useful to yourself.
Moving on...
Today, was a hectic day, full of miracles. Prompted me to change more about myself. I faced a huge-ass mountain of a problem today, but in the end, everything is fine. Life fucks you up at times but at the end of a dark tunnel there's is always an exit...filled with a ray of light. The trouble I faced made me feel like my life is always fucked up but it also helped me learn that whatever problems in life, there is always a solution.
And then there was her..
As usual, standing by my side. It wasn't her duty or job, no one told her to. But she chose to stand by me. Never have I felt that I actually can lean on someone truthfully. Never have I felt that someone actually has my back, 100%. And I, am eternally grateful that God gave me a chance to meet her. Thank you God for crossing our paths.
And thanks to her, for calming me down, pushing me to go through and telling me that everything will be fine. She promised me a glimmer of hope, I got a full blast of confidence in the end.
I promised myself that I'll never let go of her, something so precious and rare.
Day by day I'm beginning to get more and more hints.....
Love of my life? Maybe, hopefully.
This can sound childish but yeah, I love her, and deep down in my heart...
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I FEEL LIKE I'VE FOUND THE ONE.
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