Today the inevitable happened. I saw it coming, yet i knew i couldn't do anything about it. Some of us cannot live without the constant feeling of being loved, and you happen to be one of them. i know, because i was once there for you.

I think I'm coping pretty well, comparatively to what i thought i would do if i ever heard about it. Somehow, hearing it from you made it better; knowing you're doing better made it ok, knowing you're happier made it easier. In an unexplainable sort of way, i kind of feel a little proud of myself -- it's sort of like seeing an injured bird fly again.

I picked you up
and nursed your injuries,
with meticulous hands
I mended your broken heart.
We went far and deep,
in those memorable times
we spent together.

Now that you are ready to fly,
I will let you go,
reluctant as i am.

Why the guilt-ridden eyes?
Why the tears?
I will be happy in my own way.
Because seeing you fly,
is another kind of beauty itself.

So fly high and far my love,
fly to the skies.
Fly with joy and laughter,
fly with strength and courage.

But if you are ever hurt again,
I will be here,
to once again heal your wounds,
and wipe the sorrow from your
beautiful countenance.

Perhaps then,
I will have grown wings.
And I will fly,
at last by your side.
Through rain and sunshine,
till the ends of the world.



I find my flair for poetry rather comforting :)

It's pretty ironic, that after everytime i hear about something that's supposed to "hurt", i sleep much better. it's a pity though, that it only lasts one night. who knows what i'll feel like tommorrow. Well, one step at a time i guess.