How about a day, some ages later…when you have lived your life and I have lived mine. When you are old enough not to be cherished by others nor cherish others. When it is just me who remains to have seen you for who you really were . When I am old enough to bask in the calmness of an aged life. And it is just you who chided me like the remenscences of a selfless youth that you had. When the love we entrusted and nurtured for our partners fulfills its counts. When we have founded the land where our children, and theirs frolick in freedom. When the layers of the heart are reduced to but one. When you realize that no love is eternal or livable. When we have done every part we were supposed to do, live the life we were supposed to live, fulfill the destiny we were supposed to fulfill, laugh the way we were supposed to laugh, cry the way we were supposed to cry, earn the way we were supposed to earn and hold the hand we were supposed to hold. In that part of our lifetime, can I come to you? Can I then, be with you? And can you, then, be with me?
MissZees 