“Love to be real it must cost, it must hurt, it must empty us of self”
I loved you…
…. Long before
Either of us knew…
“Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you feel it”
It started from the heart, then came the prayer, then followed denial..
After that anger….
But it was too later
I began to love you…
The first time you touched me, you had me all…
I prayed for angel.. then you came …
With you… I was close to death.. Yet one step away..
With you I was myself ..
With you my heart was alive
My soul was at peace
With my life made sense, like never did before
With you I belonged
I want you to know that, it’s not goodbye that hurt
It’s the end that hurts..
It’s not the end ,
End is when I stop breathing
AND i will..
till the my last breath….