Counterpoint, 09-23-08

And I can't help but write, dial911.

You've always tried to make me understand that I mean everything to you. But there are just some entities which you have to care for, including your love for yourself. These things, they hinder us from holding each other's hands.

Fly me to the moon, let us sit side by side and take an obtuse view of the universe. The galaxy is just so wide our eyesight can't just see everything. Lay your head on my lap. I stroke your hair and sing to you a lullabye. What a perfect way to spend this what seems to be an everlasting midnight, with the stars twinkling like gems, revolving around us.

We do stare at the same hemisphere, but only at different grounds. But the love was strong enough to keep us together.

But we also are aware that distance keeps not only our bodies, but our hearts apart.

Patience is not my virtue. But I tried to make amends. I still do. I hope, I pray, I wait. Because I believe that the love we have can keep up against all odds.

Please say you love me. We both have a dream of gazing at the stars-together.

It's been a year. Happy birthday. Remember that true love comes when a soul finds its counterpoint in another. I've found mine in you.

Love.