3 years ago. 16 y/o. first time to have a boyfriend. a giddy feeling. and now, i'm 19. still reckless as ever. i'm still in love with the same boy.
3 years ago. he's barely 19. why i let myself be carried away this far by that boy, i don't know. but i don't really regret the fact that before i die, i'm one of the lucky ones who knew LOVE. and the feeling of being in love.
almost a year since we last set eyes upon each other because of certain circumstances...(too complicated and risky to say those circumstances here)... its as if a part of me was missing since we part ways.
And 2 months from now, no matter what happens, i'm going to see that boy again. this time with our child, Eros.
At least for a moment, Eros would have his family complete...
maybe, if God is really merciful, he would let us go home...even if it means only a moment...or a day or two.
our love is too complicated and i don't know where to start our story, and what happened in between. and what will happen in the end.
IS THIS REAL?
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