I can’t wait for that morning that I will wake up and it’s not you that I am longing for. That day, I will be ready to write about you.
I decided not to write about you until the day this thing is over. As I take this risk, I carry with me the mix emotions of love, excitement and fear that one day all of these will come to end. After all, forever doesn’t exist. This will be over even before it even started.
I live by the days you are with me and will learn to get by the days that you will be gone. Then, one day, I will start writing about you.
Funny, that I think of you leaving when having you with me is my reason for breathing and smiling every day.
It will be a beautiful story. Because you are something beautiful that happened.
Passing yet beautiful. A proof of my living mantra, that this too, shall pass.