//June 18, 2009//
2 years, 10 days ago.
We sat down face to face. Talking about what we called ‘feeling’. Something we weren’t sure, it is or it isn’t.
My arms were thinner, as well as his.
But heart still flying and we decided to take a go.
Deep down inside, we speak in one language.
No one understands better than us, that differences sure really are beautiful.
Time is flying, you and I, walking on rainbow, running under the rain.
Forward. Through weathers we’ve never seen before.
You and I, soul we’ve never touch, mind we’ve never say hello.
But, should we throw all the differences? We’ve never seen the end, or have we?
We just enjoying the road, at least I do. Do you?
People never really know what we feel. Feeling like no other? Or just a pain knowing we will really meet an end?
A long heavy sigh. A really deep breath. A ship of sugar.
Then, another reality.
Someday, when we’re already become memory or making another history. Should we remember the day?
We wouldn’t go back. Like Marty do.
But we like where we’re going. We never do candlelight while eating dinner. We rarely shout sweet words through each other. We feel odd with the romantic kind of stuff. We have never taken any photo of us, a reminiscence of what people called moment. Yet, we have never complained about those things.
Thankful is the feeling. For having you. For deciding to take a go. Regret never really the words, for our little dictionary.
I do. Is the answer to every question you’ll ask.
Or the one you’ll never asked.
Until later dear sweetheart. Let’s have another ice cream :)