The journey of thoughts begins with a single word

when you said goodbye

I didn't think i'd cry,

cause from the start I was so ready,

so ready to let you go.

when you said goodbye

I didn't think i'd miss you

cause from the start you were never here

never even held me near.

when you said goodbye

I didn't think I'd love you,

cause I never felt you love me

but here I am crying, missing you,

and loving you more than

when you said "I'm sorry,

but you are not the one

Tell me everything,

there are things I want to know.

Ease my restlessness,

I don't know where to go.

Fill me with stories,

I've always longed to hear.

Tell me honestly,

there is nothing that I should fear.

For I sit in silence,

waiting for you to speak.

You say you love me,

I can never really see your love

But I saw how sunshine came to my life

How it warmed my heart

And gave light to my darkest days.

If your love is that sunshine

Then I wouldn't want it gone

Because every time you're not with me

My days may be sunny and bright

I've never asked you anything

Because I never cared for your past,

Where you've been,

Whose lips you've kissed,

Whose hands you've held,

And whose heart you have loved.

What I want to know today is that,

Will you still be here with me tomorrow?

Let me sit across you

Seeing you smile

Hearing you laugh

Not sit across you

Seeing your tears

Hearing you cry

I think I’m in love but I don’t think he knows, ‘cause I told him no and there he goes. Tears were left and this empty heart, I never should have liked him right from the start. I am afraid of losing him yet here we are, ending things so soon when things got far. I am at fault for I am lost, I am afraid to love for the fear of loss. But I hope he’ll hear my heart from where he is, I want him in my life not this tragic goodbye of his.

It’s the sound of you next to me of your breath whispering silently. It’s the sound of love, truth, and eternity. It’s the sound of our feelings in sync with each other beautifully, beating in the same rythm, swifty in perfect harmony. It’s the sound that only you and I, in this world of imperfect tune, can hear every prelude and finale played in our own symphony.