I'm scared I might ran out of tomorrows... but tonight I will sleep like a child knowing that someone stronger than I protects me with a loving arms wrapped around me like a warm blanket. And though it is but a dream, a dream that I will never realize is the same dream that is real.
Thank you for listening to me. Its the first time I've ever told anyone that story. I was always afraid I might die without anyone knowing it and it would be wiped forever from the face of the earth, but now you will keep it for me.
And I no longer fight destiny just to possess you... I finally realized that loving is not owning. We could love the sunsets and the stars for all our lives but we'll never possess it, and not possessing it doesn't mean it was never real, not owning doesn't mean love is not real. Like any other true love, owning it will make you watch it die. Just like a beautiful flower that you long to possess, you pick it, its in your hand, you own it... but soon it will die in your arms and will leave you empty and sad. But if you let that flower be in the fields where it belong, never dare to possess it in your hands, you will watch that flower bloom and multiply and will never die.
Loving is not owning, knowing that great love is the love that makes two people move on with their lives but continues to love each other in spite the distance, in spite the constant parallelism of their fate. That love that even though how many times you fall in love with different people, you never fell out of love with each other. That love that never owns but keeps on loving.
