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Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them not to.

Pokus lang self.

You’ve waited for him a lot. You’ve look forward him to come, you watched the roads from window with the cup full of coffee in your hands. You’ve wrote letters, I know you love writing a lot. Time was passing by you’ve started to tell your problems to walls, you’ve started scream to the walls. You’ve wanted to plant his favorite flowers but you had no idea which was his favorite flower then you’ve planted your favorite instead of his and you watered that flower with your love, you’ve let that flower grow with your endless love. You’ve never lost your hope, you’ve been always saying “he’ll be back one day” but he has not come. He has not read your letters. Look, can’t you see? He has not walked in the walls that you’ve been watching for his arrival. You’ve started to talk to walls more than you used to. The flowers you’ve planted have been faded, they’ve died. But you’ve never stopped loving him. It was like you were dancing with the music which was not playing for you.