I’ve been thinking so much about choices these most recent days, feeling very overwhelmed, still trying hard to swallow some heart-attacking stories and facts. Unfortunately, much sleeping and working busily seems not enough for changing these emotions to be sufferable.
I keep in mind that it was only last week I asked you to tell me at the first place whenever you make a choice for your life, something that possibly left me behind with our decisions.
I didn’t ask you for any purpose, I just want to be well-prepared for the consequences.
Then you made it, undoubtedly.
And I really hate myself because I have nothing for resolving your choice this time.
Now we have to live with it, though it might torture our mind for the rest of our time.
Dear,
I can understand our life may not be the same as whatever we want before,
but I just would like to remind you about one thing.
You can always find your way back Home,
the Heart will never let you down, me either.
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For my soul mate,
from now on,
promise me you choose to fight for your life, OK….
(pict. Phoenix-firebird-burned, to rise from the ashes)