When I look into your eyes, I see my reflection.
Reflection of the man who stands strong yet fragile.
Your eyes is the reason, why this man still stand strong.
I knew the end or the finish line that brings my heart nowhere.
I knew you got everything.
Till the end,
The reflection keeps man strong still.
I don't know how it is you are so familiar to me--- or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have know you before, I have loved you before--- in another time, a different place-- some other existence.
I have what I have and I am happy.
I've lost what I've lost and I am still happy.
Thank you for showing me how to be happy.
Yours,
