Are you alone? Are you lonely? Am I not enough? Do you love me? How much do you love me? Do you know that I'm hurting? Do you care? Does the world end and a new beginning will be just as gloom? Will you love me till the end? If some dark truth was revealed and you did not tell me but I found out about it on my own, do you think we could repair our relationship? Do you think I could still love you the same?
What if all of that are yes and I know my answer ought to be no? What if the other shoe would drop?
What if I have run out of excuse for you and I must leave before my heart breaks into millions of pieces again? Why is it so hard to love you without my heart breaks? Why then do I love you?
Suppose I stopped breathing. Would I die? I have stopped breathing on an occasion, heart pounded in ways I didn't know it could. I had stopped wishing for anything to happen, but one day it did happen. I have never ever felt so at peace, until I knew that I could be with you. I did not you to make my love to me. I just needed you to be next to me.
My heart was utterly content and my soul rested when I was with you. I was no longer conflicted and devastated. I was able to be me when I was with you. I stopped crying that night because I knew we'd have another night together, and another morning.
I found myself having an out of body experience. I watched this woman falling and she could not get up. I found herself crying to sleep and I wondered why she was this way. I could't understand it, because you had caused so much pain, yet I couldn't imagine a world without you.
One day that's what I wanted from this. One day you and I would be together, you'd be old and gray and I'd be weak and frail, but we'd be holding hands, and never have to wonder when we'd see each other again.
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