Stability in life begins in knowing the heart. Some things you just cannot predict or control—when the world comes crashing down around you, it is a strong sense of self and understanding of your own worth that allow you to weather the worst of the storm.
I want to be your favorite song that you kept on your phone playlist and being played on repeat. I will be the song your lips sing. I will create peace in the middle of your nightmares. Out of the blue my words are the one you tell everyone.I will be your wake up call and lullaby at the same time. Be on your head wandering in the secret paradise you hide, touching the wildest day dreams, dancing on the alluring imaginations. BUT I’m not your favorite song. You hated the melody, the rhythm, the harmony and every pieces of music I got. I was being stock and skipped. So if I can’t be your favorite song I’ll just write you a song with the words I want you to live with, with the feelings I kept on my playlist. I’ll hide some clues behind this song in blues. So, please grab you guitar and sing this song for me.
You were an unexpected surprise, the defining moment. The collision of stars that slammed into me hard and sent my neat little world plummeting into the ocean. I never expected it to be you, you know? But it is you. It’s all you. And now there’s no looking back.
“He shrank from hearing Margaret’s very name mentioned; he, while he blamed her - while he as jealous of her - while he renounced her - he loved her sorely, in spite of himself. He dreamt of her; he dreamt she came dancing towards him with outspread arms, and with a lightness and gaiety which made him loathe her, even while it allured him. …”