On the 130th day of the year, I prayed. I had faith that if our words nor our memories will heal us both, time will. 

Before you came, I could only write a paragraph. I could only dance for a short moment; I could only smile for less than ten seconds. When there was no you, my soul was a garden in drought and my being was seldom sun-kissed. The weathers of my existence were at its extremes, and the climate in my heart is a ruthless hurricane.

Until you came close and you broke the barricade of my doubts. I began to write a novel. I began to dance every moment, I smiled for minutes and the garden in my soul grew the flowers. Look what your love can do to the moments I do those things. You’re the reason I’ve gone farther. & You’re my all.